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Christmas Card 2015

I'm late with this but in keeping with my recent tradition, this post is from our Christmas card for 2015.  It is the latest chapter in our practice of writing a poem and pairing it with an image on the face of the card.  Many past poems have been longer or told a story.  This year, haiku seemed right because the form forces few words to work extra hard in conveying the message.  2015 will be remembered for many things, both for good and ill, but I'll remember it as the year of too many words and too many meaningful messages lost.

So, here is a photo of the front of our card with the poem following.  We wish you all the happiest of holiday seasons, Christmas for us,  but to each of you in whatever faith tradition you follow.





New snow - new chance for
black and brown, mottled and white
to sit together.

-- td




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