Colorado Christmas Eve

The Broncos are playing like men possessed

of a great joy. Still, the pall hangs dank over

Sandy Hook. The weather prophets predict a

white Christmas, the first since the early 80s.

Social media remains a brothel and we’re all

paying customers. My children decorated a

gingerbread house last night all by themselves

while my wife and I wept as the Captain sang

Edelweiss. People are talking about their guns

and the fiscal cliff; in my junkyard mind I see

Butch and Sundance making that fool’s jump.

Purists are also talking about chopping at the

root cause of it all, cautioning us to resist any

temporary measures. I understand, but I also

know that band-aids are miraculous, keeping

the blood from staining your clothes while also

protecting wounds as they heal. Later tonight

we will stand shoulder to shoulder with other

lukewarm believers, our faces lit by tiny white

candles as we once more sing the light into the

world. God, please bless our homeland forever.

 

 

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