Christmastide's festive joy of feeding the hungry and warming those without a home, have not departed for the charitable. My reflections this New Year's week - as January's crystal clouds adorn the bright barren moon's half-hidden face. Her legacy of uniting lovers endures, as the comfort of a fire's romance ignites countless betrothals with icy diamonds lovingly placed on multitudes of fingers, and renewed commitments in separated couple's syncing hearts. January, January, your frigid airs - wolves breathe out in lacy vapors as snowy owls take flight in your forests so breathtaking in starsh