A Candle in the Window

It is Yuletide, and Christmas festivities begin. I offer a small light for your own hearth, wherever you are.

Tradition says an angel may pass by any home where a candle burns in the window. But the flame is not only for the angel.

It is for the wanderer—the weary soul, the long traveler, the one who needs a bit of warmth to find their way again.

May a small glow meet you this Christmas.

May it steady your breath and soften your steps.

And, may it remind you that light is always carried from one heart to another.

—Lee Anne