“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.”
For some, my beautiful spouse included, Christmas Eve Day is the best day of the year, even better than Thanksgiving, which is my favorite. Karen revels in the revels of getting everything ready, so the next day, the biggie, will be fantastic for all.
For many reasons we are living in perilous times, but I suggest there are many more of Karen’s ilk than the in-our-face whackadoodles, whose ambition in life seems to be to become famous by screaming the most outrageous and untruthful things possible. They shout louder, but they are a minority, and a poor one at that.
So, this little letter is a paean for the unsung heroes among us who constantly go out of their way to make life better for those around them. They offer an admirable, aspirational and humbling example for the rest of us.
