Editorial December 25, 1989 Issue

The ice of winter, the fire of Christmas

Michael D. Rissler

[While I'm writing this in June, I'm saving it for a December issue of the Sentinel. Sometimes we need to allow events to develop further before we publish what our hearts may already know. And, of course, there are times when it's absolutely clear that we can't wait until December to be moved by a deeper Christmas spirit.]

Giant globes of rhododendron blossoms catch my attention around the corner of the house. Sunlight forces its way through half-opened curtains. It's one of those brilliant, sunflooded summer mornings that seem like sheer imagination in the middle of ice-encrusted New England winters.

Could there be a greater contrast than the mind's eye that combines winter ice with rhododendron blossoms and a tranquil summer scene of a house cat dozing, wrapped in a warm circle of June sunbeams?

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