I strung a turquoise and silver necklace and created an earth-toned memory bracelet dotted with off-white pearls for Christmas presents.
I wrapped all the treasures in gold foil wrapping paper and sent cards that read “Peace On Earth.”
At night, we watched a Frank Sinatra special where we memorize the lyrics in order, “A puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn, and a king.”
We ate too much Italian chocolate and ignored the news of hate.
It’s our favorite time of the year with our fir tree creating a candlelit ambiance.
Christmas is coming and then a long season of campaigning.
People applauding in town when a rich man wants all Muslims banned from entering the country.
They say, he tells it like it is.
They say hate is the truth.
Jesus died for our sins, but did he die for our collective stupidity?
The traditions of the election season are coming. Bumper stickers, flags pinned on lapels, speeches that end with God Bless America.
This year, seems off to a different start. This year they stir up fear wrapped in the cold four-chambered hearts of the naive stashed in an envelope of ignorance.
It is the start of an unknown future where the pale men and women want to replace the dark-skinned man and fight a war on terrorism with no end.
It started when people stopped reading.
It started when they unfriended someone they disagreed with.
It started when their anger and not their intellect formed their opinion.
I need this Christmas and sacred holiday traditions before the momentum of applause for hate turns violent.