I think of my friend Rhys and realize I could be in a place much more challenging than this. But I still don't feel much like celebrating.
I'm tired. I'm weary. I'm hoping that all of you are having a happier Christmas Eve than I.
O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.