Weary Friend, There is Hope
The lights of the Christmas tree blinked in lazy monotony. On. Off. On. Off. Their projected cheeriness mocked me. Your unborn baby is dead? Don’t care. On. Off. You’re having nightmares every night? Don’t care. On. Off. The unforgiving stare of the yellow lights—along with every bell-ringing Santa, obnoxious Christmas carol, and irritating rerun of