In the purple light of early morning, the kitchen tables and counters give the impression of a devistated 1945 European skyline. Shadowed curves and lines are stacked precariously at various heights and angles fading into the un-focused distance. There will be a lot of cleaning today.Since the wee hours of morning millions of human beings have been running through crowded streets and brawling in Wal-marts as is our annual rite. Christmas in America is upon us. Often it feels like the traditions of the holidays have faded like the watercolor mats of a Charlie Brown special. I wish we could be a bit better.

Luckily I know there are wonderful people in this world. I’m happy to know a few of you. So let me keep a very old tradition and wish you a joyful holiday season. I don’t think I’m up to the new ones.

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