This is the darkest time of the year, when the days reach their shortest and the nights their longest. Nevertheless, it's a time when most of us will turn to light. The ancient Northern Europeans were not alone in counting the days, and then celebrating the gradual return of sunlight. Jews around the world recently celebrated Hanukkah, the Festival of Lights, in which they recall how the Menorah, even with only a day's supply of fuel, continued to light the restored temple for eight days. Christians recall the birth of Jesus Christ, the Light of the World. Others celebrate the light on the faces of little children when they see what Santa Clause has left for them under the Christmas tree. (I have yet to meet anyone who actually found coal in their stocking.) Some African Americans will light seven candles to celebrate the seven days of Kwanzaa and their seven principles.
This was a tough year, and sometimes it seemed that darkness was gaining the upper hand. Some of us have lost loved ones to the coronavirus, Alzheimer's disease, or both. Others are struggling through different stages of these diseases. But these celebrations focus on hope, because there is hope. The sun will come up tomorrow, and the days will get longer. Scientists will continue to explore possibilities for treatments. Care providers, both family and professionals, will comfort those afflicted by disease. We shall continue to put one foot in front of the other.
In this season of light, my family and I send you our best wishes. Our hope for you is that you will have hope, and that hope will not disappoint you.
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