Christmas Day it rained hard. Today it is 54 degrees. After all of the build-up to Christmas now it is over. The memories remain. Oh, what wonderful memories…

Now what? Old Man 2024 is packing his bags for a trip to the beach…Baby 2025 is preparing his entrance. We are a quarterway through this century. Time flies. ‘What thou doest, do quickly.

I admire my niece Tara. She has a good heart. I have known her almost her entire life. She helps others. I am a fan.

What will the New Year bring? Much of it depends on us. Will we harken to the Angels of our better nature or submit to our narcissistic self-interest? The clock keeps ticking.

The Story Of Life intrigues me. Yesterday at a wonderful Christmas celebration at Ira Kaye and Rons I ruminated on the fazes of life. The chapters blow by so quickly in the wind of time. We set out on Life’s Journey with excitement… zeal…trepidation, and hope. Suddenly we look up to find we are middle-aged. Another snore and rubbing of sleepy eyes…we are old.

The great philosopher Forest Gump told us that life is like a box of chocolates…you never know what you are going to get.

The little Babe lay in the manger. Shepherds knew they were witnessing a change in history. Mary and Joseph did not understand their role…but they would. Pontius Pilate said I find no fault in the man.

Riches or prosperity was not the answer. Boldness for boldness sake was not the solution. The quiet counsel of Christ speaks softly to the heart of humanity.