Bring back the light.

A winter solstice wish for us all.

Faceted glass and baubles reflect the dimming winter light. Dancing, flickering on then not.

Puffy Santas are a floaty countenance or flattened by recent rains.

Spirits worldwide are more silent, more searching perhaps looking for the letterbox to the North Pole. Stolen? Maybe painted and disguised or what could be wrong? Likely little fun in the stockings this year and even coal may be limited, perhaps banned for climate. How will Santa tell the naughty ones to be better now?

Tonight, Santa will make his scheduled flight and Christmas will come with or without cheer for all as University presidents hope for a hall pass as does Clarence Thomas and his very big group of clerks duck for the same. Indictments done and more on the way may still be on hold as courts, tied in knots, must soon avail.

The manger less visited as bombs in the sky explode. Which is the star that should guide? Which is the star at all.

Who is right wrong left or right matters little when it’s all a jumble, when every faith has, well, no faith is not in a tumble.

A bitter cold may bring a sweeter thaw as we are tied to the rise and fall of the season. Wishing as a gentle mist of cheer we can ride the suns increase. To light to wisdom only dreamt of with peaceful hearts for all.

Wishing you a peaceful, cheerful holiday.

Enjoy the Christmas tree from space video, still shot above.

Thanks for being here. ❤️ I wouldn’t be here without you.