I’m looking out my window at a snow-dusted pine forrest. Beautiful. Peaceful. And, oddly, warm. I’m reminded of the feelings we all share as readers when we pick up a good book; of the loving words so many of you have shared with me for the offbeat bits of ‘Joy’ I try to send your way. The ‘comfort’ of old book-friends. The ‘tidings’ of a possible world filled with love, understanding, and peace. The meeting of hearts and minds. T’is the season, my sister trees. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and sweet hugs to every one of you!