On the End of the Season of Giving (and Maybe Not Giving)

During December, I often find myself thinking of families I worked with during the six or so years I worked in hospice. Part of it is that I remember people’s homes that I went into at Christmas time. It’s very intimate to go into people’s homes. I found some sense of interpreting them through their trees, their lights, their decorations. Were they fancy? Were they traditional? I was often…