Over on my poetry blog you’ll find a bit of Ariel’s historical Yuletide whimsy that I posted last night, but here a more serious seasonal note … Christmas is always a poignant time for me; a veritable curate’s egg of joy discovered, grief recalled and of giving and receiving. And I don’t mean material gifts, but the inestimable joys of love and friendship shared amongst family and friends. Even to an atheist like me, and I’m sure innumerable other non-believers, there is a powerful spiritual... Sign in to see full entry.