Looking for meaning (and lights) at Christmas

We find meaning at Christmas when we slow things down, and I had the privilege of doing that this afternoon at my father's house, where we sorted through the past together.

We found old Santas, fresh candles, a quilt, a rug. We found me, three years old, with Miss Pennsylvania Dairy Queen.

I think I look at the world with the same eyes and the same bitten lips even now.

Today the Philadelphia Inquirer ran a piece of Christmas nostalgia—a piece on looking for lights in the season.

I share that here.