The Child Who Ran Weeping To You

Many A Cat Can Only Be Lured In By Switching Off All The Lights And Keeping Very Still. Until The Indignant Cry Of A Cat-locked-out Comes At The Door.

The Baby Rises To Its Feet, Takes A Step, Is Overcome With Triumph And Joy - And Falls Flat On Its Face. It Is A Pattern For All That Is To Come! But Learn From The Bewildered Baby. Lurch To Your Feet Again. You'll Make The Sofa In The End.

In A World Gone Bad, A Bear - Even A Bear Standing On Its Head - Is A Comforting, Uncomplicated, Dependable Hunk Of Sanity.

Music Speaks Of Platonic Truth - The Ideal River Rather Than The Polluted Reality, Love As We Dream It Rather Than We Experience It, Grief Noble And Uplifting Rather Than Our Distracted Weeping. It Is Necessary To Our Survival And Our Sanity.

We Expect Too Much At Christmas. It's Got To Be Magical. It's Got To Go Right. Feasting. Fun. The Perfect Present. All That Anticipation. Take It Easy. Love's The Thing. The Rest Is Tinsel.