- 06 Dec 11
They say Christmas is a time for children. Well, it is also a time when we can start to learn from them.
So here we are, in the winter of our discontent. Christmas it may be, but the chill we feel is not of the month, it’s existential. These are cold hard times. The wolves are at the door. The fire is but an ember. We pull the rug around us and hope…that the darkest hour is just before dawn, that the light we see is the end of the tunnel and not a coming train...