December 2019
I knew Christmas would be hard.
It was brutal. For all of us.
We survived, but that’s the best I can say.
“Emmanuel, God with us.”
I went looking for Him. Two different services on Christmas Eve at two different churches. I couldn’t find him anywhere.
“Do you hear the people sing? ..
When the beating of your heart echos the beating of the drums…..”
“Come, they told him, pa rum pum pum pum…”
Some lady wrote The Little Drummer Boy, it’s believed, for The Trapp Family singers… lyrics about a fake little drummer guy for a family who had to leave their home because a group of humans were cooking other human families in large ovens, to sing in harmony.
Not That Good Grief 