Beyond The Window.

It had been a windswept, rainy night.  The clouds passed.  The rain stopped.  Sprinkled droplets splashed upon yon window.  The street lamp ...

Twas The Day After Christmas.

Twas the day after Christmas, when all through the house.  Not a creature was stirring, not even Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest inter...

Humanity Is For Life, Not Just For Christmas.

It is a cold and clear early Christmas morn.  I gaze out the window and think of the moon as a gentle beacon of hope.  Hush now, the voice t...