‘So it is Christmas and what have we done another year over and a new one has just begun…’ Soon we will sing these poignant words. Our truth follows us like a shadow. Many days we have enjoyed some we have endured some we have wiled away like the grasshopper watching the ant working. Now the ledgers are being dusted off. The pencils sharpened the calculations written erased and rewritten. I like pencils. They have erasers, which are a good thing.

We sons and daughters of Earth make mistakes. Our best intentions are foiled by folly. We set sail in the morning with clear skies and smooth waters only to encounter rough seas by sunset.

Silent Night, Holy Night, we sing. Our hearts are full of the love and hope of the season. Everything is possible as the shepherds follow the star. The hope of mankind has come. The Prince of Peace. There was no room in the Inn. A stable was his first home, and animals were his roommates.

Life has not changed. There are taxes to pay and governments to please. Parochial Partisan leaders issue edicts from their lofty perch. Their power is endless. Perhaps they will not die. Are they the second coming of Christ…

The Babe looks meek and mild. Not a thought of hate in his heart. He comes in love from his Dad who is love. The Wisemen understand the difference. Not a moneymaker a peacemaker…

Dark-skinned people stood before the Baby in the manger. His skin was dark…Mediterranean. The United States did not exist. There was no America for Americans to talk about.