Playing - with Christmas Past

I walked early this morning in the fog and found myself thinking of the missing ones, parents, aunts, uncles, and some dear friends - and the sweet memories of time shared in past times. The cemetery behind the trees here seemed a fitting tribute.

Later in a phone call my dad's wife told me she went to my Dad's grave at Arlington National Cemetery today and that every single grave, more than 300,000, are decorated with a beautiful wreath and bight red ribbon. I found a website photo and it is just beautiful. So Christmas is in all corners of the world, in the connections and love of those both here now and those gone.