I had pre-Christmas things I planned to write - jaunty, faux-stress complaints about shopping for presents, and the like - but then Newtown Connecticut happened, and nothing could be said.
Of course, we could say that anytime. There are atrocities happening daily in Syria, in every country, in houses in our suburbs.
What is the point?
I don't know. Or I think I do. The point is just to live, to go on as best we all can, bring up our children and nurture our relationships and families. Because we don't know how long we have them, and however long it is, is a gift and the meaning of life.
In the meantime, over the last few days and into the next few, I am taking my own advice:
Merry Christmas to you