I don't want to write about Christmas of the child getting lost in the bustle of seeing life repeat itself in her sad eyes of my feelings of helplessness at letting her go to the seeming distant Presence she will encounter when one day she will fall and hit bottom. Because no one here wants to hear of darkness in a time of light of the places light has yet to infuse when all there seems to be is the waiting for the Light only Love can enkindle.