“It’s the most wonderful time of the year!” goes one of my favorite songs, “With the kids jingle-belling and everyone telling you, ‘be of good cheer’!”
“It’s Christmastime in the city,” goes another: “Strings of streetlights — even stoplights — blink a bright red and green.”
It’s that magical time of year when you meet smile after smile and life is sweet and safe at your office holiday party in San Bernardino, Calif. — or at Sandy Hook Elementary in Newton, Conn., three years ago.
So what do you do when all those wonderful feelings are torn apart by violence?
I will never forget one enchanting Christmas moment that ended in an epiphany for me.
I was driving through New Haven, Conn. — “rushing home with my treasures” — as a light snow began and Andy Williams came on the radio. It was like a drug delivering an intense euphoria of homey comfort into my bloodstream.
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