A Christmas Eve Story
A Newburyport Grinch
Greetings on this Christmas Eve to one and all. Whether you are wrapped in the bosom of a loving family, alone and fighting off the demons of loneliness, or somewhere in between, I am reaching out with a story. And may those who celebrate Hanukkah's Festival of Lights know that a menorah continues to flicker this week in the front window of the home of this lapsed Irish Catholic who supports you in a time of senseless antisemitism. Shalom!
The sun has set here in Jackson, and the wind chill is below zero. Nevertheless, we'll venture out at midnight to walk in the silent woods. No matter the weather, this night carries some powerful magic. I believe that now, as a 61-year-old, as much as I did as a 6-year-old.
Since Thanksgiving, we've taken regular walks under the moon and stars. It's a fine way to gather thoughts and consider blessings and is an exercise in embracing peace. I'll be playing Christmas carols tonight, as in most of those…
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