I’ve always found there’s something magical about Christmas. It’s a time where hope comes out and reminds us that things can be better if we make the effort. This is The Soldier’s Christmas Poem about Santa visiting the house of a soldier.
As I write this, we’re in single digits outside. That’s early for Washington DC. We usually hit that in January or February. Snow–evil word that it is–is possible tonight and Saturday. Brr!