He's been under at least 14 or 15 trees in 5 or so homes, and he is the last and longest throwback to my being a kid. He is the Peace of the years, the quiet contemplation of time passing and remaining the same. Wow, how Zen is that? I knew those years with the monks would come through eventually.
We wish you peace and love during these days, and every day. Each one is a gift, I know more now than ever. And I hope you have Bubble Santa somewhere, someplace you can turn to for quiet thought when we note the birth of a man who said it was all right to love your neighbors, to be good and kind, to show compassion to all. Joyous Solstice.