This time of year brings me gratitude for a bounty of blessings.
My son, my daughter, my granddaughter, and my grandson — to have them here for a celebration of Christmas brings me joy.
So many treasured memories — I open them one by one, like carefully wrapped packages laid under the tree, placing ribbons and bows in pile to be used again. Tears, of course, for those who are gone, but the tears make the memories all the more precious. Diamonds and pearls could not make me richer.
Friends, both near and far, who lend support with words and deeds or simple silent presence.
(Of course, for some it is still all about the presents!)