Quiet
December 25, 2010
Christmas Day. Through my living room window I see a post card in the making-four inches of snow and counting with no end in sight. Presents opened. The Christmas story read. My wife and daughter enjoying an afternoon nap. My foot propped up on the ottoman, nursing an ankle broken 2 weeks ago during a prior snowfall (I wish I had a better story on how it happened). A parade of puffed up birds coming to the feeders out front for their Christmas meal. So here we are. Nowhere to go. Nothing else to do. Quiet, like the snow. Lord, stay a while.
