“It was dark as night in the middle of the day,” I heard someone say on the flight home from Berlin a few weeks ago. They weren’t referring to the total eclipse we experienced in our part of the world a few months back nor a terrible thundercloud covered sky preceding a storm.
The Christmas Story always brings to mind a quiet stable, joyful angels, and a young family, and all those curious additional folks — none of whom should “technically” (nor typically) have been there . . . together.