Over the years, I grow more cynical about Christmas and just about everything that
goes along with it. I have not become a scrooge, although the advancing years have made
me more careful with my pennies. It is not that I cannot be moved by the lights, the
music, and the fellowship of the holidays. I have not become an insensitive, unfeeling
clod. My problem is that the language and the images and the music seem to have fallen
short in expressing what must have been the feelings of the real human beings going
through the events recounted in this story.
