Introduction To Christmas - So close now you can smell it, feel it, see it everywhere

 

     Christmas is so close now, you can almost smell the pinecone fragrance of its coming.  Christmas.  'Christmas', spoken, the sounds simply rings.  

     Down around Deals Island, where my folks come from; where the night sky could get so dark, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, the stars would be so many you dare not try to count them all, for fear such impertinence could anger the mythical gods.  

     I turn to the Bible when things seem too much, when I can't seem to see my way 'over things. (So many stars.) In a practical way, most people on Deals Island did the same.  All the charts needed for navigating the ragged shore lines, the creeks and rivers, they found in their Bibles.  Christmas gifts, giving everyday.  The Bible. The Bay.  Thanks little baby.  Merry Christmas.  Merry Christmas.  Merry Merry Christmas, from the people on the Bay.