MAGICAL?


The day is nearly upon us, once again. The lights went up like clockwork, - actually better than. They went up on the weekend before the Turkey day celebration. But they went up as LED's - the old fashioned C-9 power-eaters have been retired, and the departure is most bittersweet. They'll burn in memory for years to come, but they'll not be missed come utility bill time.

The search for the perfect tree met with a 25% approval rating this year. But the 25% approving was Mrs. LOST, who for the first time in her household had a tree that neither scraped the ceiling, nor fell down, nor was ant infested, nor was sap engorged. It was shorter but perfectly proportioned, and so happiness was achieved. The cards went out - all the thought and creativity is on the front end - it goes into the card design, the letter, and the rest of it feels, at times like cold, impersonal processing.

The gifts were all purchased, and stowed, and hidden in their usual stowage, wrapped in spare moments, then spirited back from their undisclosed location to the garage, awaiting deposit 'neath the tree. Contact was made with several friends and fam members, and good wishes were exchanged.

Bowl Season for this band o' Bruins has already come and gone, and this gets it out of the way and into the memory - where a dismal season of disappointment belongs, so that basketball can burst forth in full vigor when the Holiday trappings are back into their boxes for another 10 plus months.

It was a time for finding oneself a year older, but richer in ways that are poorly measured by the world at large. And there is so much to look toward this year, a full pageant of possibilities for LOST's brood. May the same be said of all people. May this Christmas bring miraculous transformation to all of humanity - at least in some measure - in the way the Savior from Bethlehem might envision. Amen