Bright bright bright...
Nobody can tell me there isn't a magic about Christmastime. There's something about the entire atmosphere of December that is ethereal, almost - it's by turns cold and white and silently peaceful, then glittering and wild, then warm and gold and flickering, cinnamony, feel-good and happy. This holiday season I've been puzzling, and puzzling, and puzzling some more, like the fabled Grinch, about why Christmas does what it does to me -- I am a little kinder, a little more giving, a little more willing to show my love during this time of year. My heart grows three sizes. And I've come to understand, like the Grinch before me, that it has nothing to do with packages, boxes or bags. I love Christmas because my soul loves Christmas. Because this time of year is the time we think about two thousand years ago, when a baby was born to a humble couple in a stable and laid in a manger. We close our eyes and it's almost like we can see an angel that came to shepherds in t