And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
It came without ribbons. It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store.
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
~ Dr Seuss
I happen to feel it does mean more. Especially given the suffering and deep loss so many millions have endured in this long year and even beyond.
May the coming year bring peace to those who still shiver in the snow or in corners and basements and hollowed out holes. They yearn only for a warm spoonful of soup or clean water.
May shelters be there when they finally arrive to destinations held in the heart, after their long treks driven by fierce hope.
Our gift to them is to never forget. Especially the little ones who cannot understand.
Let their wounded hearts and minds be made whole over time.
And in love.