Overcast

As I look out the patio door which has become my view of the world, I see a "herd" of canaries flipping around busily building, singing, and just "doing their thing." They seem so happy and committed to their work, whatever it is. They are probably here because of the cold up north and they seem to be settling into this area.

Sometimes I would like to be as free - just to fly anywhere, anytime; no cares; no worries. I would miss my family, even with all the drama they bring.

Here it is Christmas again; a sacred time; a Holy time.  I don't need anything except my car washed and some gas, but tradition has it that presents must be exchanged and parties must go on.  No. I won't be doing that much this year. I'm not even decorating.  Physically can't; emotionally don't want to, or financially not possible so, we'll see.

Through it all, God's Son was born.  Let's celebrate.