The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light;
those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone.
Where I live Christmastime is cold. Just days ago Minneapolis was wrapped in a frigid blanket of snow 14 inches thick. Though the drab brown city was transfigured into a winter wonderland, every Minneapolitan longed for warmth.
Where I live Christmastime is dark. High up in the northern hemisphere the sun makes his appearance for less than 9 hours and hangs low in the southern sky. When the long dark descends every Minneapolitan longs for light.
Where I live, nature plays out, like a Christmas pageant, a parable of the human condition.
Since the col…