The tree is decorated, the gifts are wrapped and I have pumpkin bread baking in the oven. May your Christmas be filled with warmth, love and peace. Even if you don’t believe in Santa Claus.

My Christmas gifts were few: to one
A fan, to keep love’s flame alive,
Since even to the constant sun
Twilight and setting must arrive;
And to another—she who sent
That splendid toy, an empty purse—
I gave, though not for satire meant,
An emptier thing—a scrap of verse.

Poem by Thomas William Parsons, To a Lady With a Head of Diana