It must not simply be taken for granted that a given set of ill-assorted people, for no other reason than because it is Christmas, will be joyful to be reunited and to break bread together.
It is hard and perhaps impossible for many people to recognize the difference between innocence and naiveté.
I cannot count the good people I know who to my mind would be even better if they bent their spirits to the study of their own hungers.
I like old people when they have aged well.
I like old people when they have aged well. And old houses with an accumulation of sweet honest living in them are good. And the timelessness that only the passing of Time itself can give to objects both inside and outside the spirit is a continuing reassurance.
At present, I myself do not know of any local witches or warlocks, but there are several people who seem to have an uncanny power over food.