ON this eve, Love itself descends to earth. All fear and cold is dispelled, for how could one be afraid of a baby? The perennial message of Christmas, repeated each morning through every sunrise, is that you are loved.Continue reading
ON this eve, Love itself descends to earth. All fear and cold is dispelled, for how could one be afraid of a baby? The perennial message of Christmas, repeated each morning through every sunrise, is that you are loved.Continue reading