Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on December 24, 2014 by Jan Wilberg
The wonder of Christmas Eve is:
Twelve eggs cracking
Eleven chains tangling
Ten shirts unraveling
Nine people crying
Eight glaciers melting
Seven cities crumbling
Six children leaving
Five arguments flailing
Four mistakes repeating
Three gifts returning
Two people quitting
One more chance appearing

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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So funny and so true.
Thanks, Jan. So miraculous how you write so profoundly and so prophetically on a daily basis. And touch my soul each day.