And the holidays are winding to a close. The tree is a lovely thing, a vision of multi-coloured lights and shining ornaments, each with its own, specific memory in my life. And sitting in the dark, it’s almost possible to think of oneself as a child, eyes alight with wonder at the amazing tree and family and the warmth of home.
And this is my home, warm, and filled with love. There is no darkness that cannot be dispelled by the magick of a jewel-bedecked tree.