Be it a star, a shiny singular brightness in the sky filled with a glitter gently pointed and perfect…
Be it a symbol, a meaning for a story encompassing passion, purpose seeking answers but only begging more questions…
Be it a suggestion wanting permission for love to linger, hope to happen and choruses of care and concern to be sung in harmony…
Be it as you wish, as you want, as you find the most comfort either conforming to or calling your own…
This is Christmas and it can be as big bold and bountiful because it belongs to you…
…slightly soulful a silent symphony sung in solo…
…surrounded with faces, feelings creating new memories, or just holding on to those who have passed and remain in our hearts for the present…
Celebrate as you might, make magic, whisper a prayer, recall, remind, reminisce…
Take the time and above all else Joe and I hope you find your reason and your rhyme….
