Home for Christmas

There’s this crazy story about how animals speak at midnight, the moment Christmas Eve becomes Christmas Day.

I must tell you there’s no truth in that.

An animal is unable to speak. 

We are thankful for this.

Imagine never having to apologize for what was said.

Imagine that never a hurtful thing will come from your mouth.

Love is shared with looks and hugs. Silent time spent together.

These are our greatest gifts to one another.

Merry Christmas.


About Pazlo

Armchair Zen Master, father, fisherman, grandfather, poet, brother, naturalist, collector of old things, dog person, human.
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1 Response to Christmastide

  1. Pazlo says:

    Merry Christmas Little One.





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