Sometimes a mere 7 minute short film can make you feel more than a 3 hour movie or a 14oo hundred page book
Sometime a mere one small step is the biggest leap your soul can ever experience or
Allow someone else to ever understand. . .
Who Cares - What Matters
There are as many ways to describe
JOY
as there are as many people there are to explain it. . .

yet no matter how we define
J O Y
without a doubt
and not so much unbelievably so
it needs some assembly required. .
.
Another question
and maybe the biggest one
concerning
J O Y
might be,
is it worth it
and the answer. . .
well the answer is
what we always know
in just a moment
. . .don’t we?
(WITH NO LICENSE TO SHARE NECESSARY)
. . .And JUST LIKE THAT
it’s 2026
A NEW YEAR
a spanking five days old
Whether a new year fills you with excitement or dread
(or maybe a mix of both!)
the hope is that when you look back on
2 0 2 5
there are too many wonderful moments to count
which serve has the greatest foundation
for new memories to be
m a d e. . .
ALL WAYS
Remembering that

which are gentle reminders
between old and new years of

Letting us each know in between all of the Seasons
Past
Present
Prospective
“May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
And may you stay forever young
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
And may you stay forever young.”
And may you stay forever young.”
Photo in New York, by John Cohen (1962)
Here’s hoping
the New Year exceeds your expectations
and a tad past your
i M a G i N a T i O n
The road was before him. . .
After taking such a long time to look at it and get advice on what steps to take, what was ahead and how it was to be best traveled; after getting detailed maps and marking off the best, most direct routes, firing up the most sophisticated of GPS Systems, he finally started off with one
s i n g l e s t e p
M O M E N T O U S
One Solitary Step
was all it really took for the journey. . .and it was quite an excursion!
He walked and ran and then walked and ran some more.
One step sometimes was more similar than the one before,
but he walked on;
Sometimes, he ran faster;
Sometimes, he crawled slower;
Sometimes, he just stood still, not moving even an inch for days. . .
P A R A L Y Z E D
The road never much accommodated him. It never took one step for him or moved him forward. At times it would present him challenges. Because of it’s flaws he would slip, fall, get scrapped and cut, bloodied and bruised. Exhausted most of the time from his seemingly never ending wanderings, the road would never assist him, but it did just what a road was suppose to do:
P R O V I D E
P A S S A G E
U N T I L . . .
He came to that ominous FORK in the Road. . .
It wasn’t the first one he had ever seen or even had been confronted, but this was a monumental fork;
at least he made it be so. . .
Maybe it was out of frustration. Maybe it was inspiration or just plain desperation or exasperation, but he didn’t choose left or right this time. He went straight
ahead. . .tore up his maps, unheeded his expensive advice, became deaf to the pleading-ever-rerouting-of the GPS; discarded his vast experience and he trudged on. . .
His every step was a new road planted and his heart palpitated with excitement, adventure and purpose until he came to the
A P P A R E N T E N D
Before him was a huge cater. It was wider than he could see across, deeper than he could his eyes could focus and longer than the horizon could swallow. . .
It was then, unfortunately, he discovered that with each step he had taken, not only had he advanced at least one more step, but he had also erased forever the step before.
R E T U R N
and
G O I N G B A C K
were not even concepts, let alone, possibilities.
He waited. . .
w a i t e d. . .
at the end of his next step with all of its
e n l i g h t e n e d d a r k e n e d p r o m i s e. . .
It wasn’t in a step taken or dared,
but he had the sense as he damned his foolish actions
of not staying on the path,
right at
T H A T
precise moment,
A L L R O A D S
led to the place that he was standing;
that in fact,
it would have never had mattered
which road he would have ever taken
whenever because they would have all led him
to this exact same place. . .
ALL OF THEM !
He had discovered at that flash,
t h e
M y s t e r y o f L i f e :
There’s no turning
or going back
because everything leads to where he was standing!
and an even grander enigma:
Coming to the End of the Horizon is never a Conclusion so much as a Commencement!
Head head high,
air rushing through his nostrils,
blood pulsating through his veins liked a busted dam,
h e d i d i t. . .
The wait was over. . .
He stepped out
One Step
O N E
It took him to
t h a t
place of endless beginnings;
There were no
goings-back
nor desire to do so. . .
The Step Taken,
The Chance Seized,
The Day-That-Would-Never-End,
B E G U N
F O R E V E R
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssst of the Day:
No need for a New Year
when Every Step Brings You Endless
New Beginnings,
Always!
W A L K O N
w a l k o n
w a l k
on
How ridiculous, right? A Christmas tree that could talk, that would have a message for any of us. . ,.well, I’ll ask again what the video just asked you: “What would your Christmas tree share with you lit or un lit?”
Can you hear it whisper from the past?
Is it echoing the same message?
What would you want it to tell you?
What do you need it to share?
Is it just your message and your message alone or is it worth sharing with others?
Now that tree’s are finding their way to curbsides and boxes maybe it’s sending out a little something for all of us from something that doesn’t come from a farm or a forest but shares something from the ROOT of all of us:
SOMETIMES THE BEST WAY TO LOOK AHEAD
IS SEEING BEHIND. . .
There’s a reason why the
REAR VIEW MIRROR
is smaller than the
WINDSHIELD. . .
it’s not so much understanding
t h a t
or knowing
I T
as
ACTING
LIKE
IT
Don’t live your life in a
B O X
with a number in it
or worse. . .
A CALENDAR OF A DIFFERENT YEAR
. . .look back to see ahead
and keep your spark
bursting brightly
around you
for the
oohing and aahing
of
A L L
It’s often called, THE SEASON OF LIGHTS and it’s more reflective than just a particular thought or some kind of spirituality or anything attempted to be contained in a religion.
Fact: WE ALL HAVE THE CAPACITY TO NOT JUST HOLD LIGHT, BUT TO SHARE IT.~~ and the biggest challenge of all just may be, WILL WE or better still. . . DO WE?
Your very next ACT determines the answer to that question. . .
SEE . . BE. . .FREE
that magnificent illumination the world desperately needs and you so absolutely have to share. . .
Holding a Light
means little
if you’re not will to share it. . .
So very, very
s i m p l y
Did you miss it?? Did you even see what you thought you were going to miss? Do you have a slightest idea of what I’m even talking about right now?
We have seen IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE countless times ever since it came out in 1943 and when I watched it the other night I saw something that I’ve never seen in all the times that I’ve seen it and I don’t know about you, but I think it will make all the difference in the way that I celebrate Christmas this year and more importantly live every day live every day for the rest of my life in all the Christmases and years ahead.
Dare I say that it could just quite possibly be THE TWELVE WORDS of Christmas in addition to The Twelve Days of Christmas?
Did you see it when everybody was losing their minds and when Potter was making the deal of all deals; it wasn’t what was spoken. IT was what was hanging on the wall in George’s office, not so much as a motto, but a personal creed on how to live our lives. . .how to recognize what is important
And BA-BOOM~~ just like that there was a simple sign with the mere 12 words
Ahhhhhhhh. . .the 12 words that unnoticeably hang in the office of George Bailey that he obviously lived his life by. . .
TWLEVE simple words for TWELVE months that one year only last forever and every heartbeat that we have and more importantly~~GIVE!
So you see, here is the question, not just during the season of Lights, but the season of Giving which is not a Season really but a true lifestyle:
Do you live by these words. . . and now, the most important question of all. . .WILL YOU?
It might just be the difference between a Scary Christmas or a Merry Christmas that we always try to hold onto and never
quite can grasp. . .
Frank Capra did not find the idea for the angel in It’s a Wonderful Life through a moment of divine intervention or an encounter with a mysterious stranger. The real story is quieter, stranger in its own way, and rooted in a sequence of small accidents that changed film history. It began in 1939, with a frustrated writer named Philip Van Doren Stern, who couldn’t get his short story published. He had written a tale called “The Greatest Gift,” the story of a man who wishes he had never been born and is shown the value of his life by a supernatural visitor. Magazine after magazine rejected it. Editors praised the charm and message, but they didn’t know where to place it. Stern found himself holding a story he believed in, but with nowhere for it to go.
So he did something unusual. He printed 200 small copies of the story as a Christmas booklet and mailed them to his friends and colleagues. What he couldn’t have predicted was that this humble, homemade gesture would eventually shape one of the most beloved films ever made. One of those pamphlets passed from hand to hand until it reached RKO Pictures. The studio bought the rights, then immediately got stuck. They tried multiple drafts, none of which captured the emotional core of Stern’s story. The project stagnated. The booklet sat on a shelf—quiet, unassuming, forgotten.
Everything changed when Frank Capra returned from World War II in 1945. He came home physically drained and emotionally shaken, unsure whether Hollywood stories could still matter after everything he’d witnessed. He admitted, “I needed a story that meant something. Something human.” When RKO, eager to clear unused properties, handed him Stern’s forgotten booklet, Capra read it in a single sitting. The effect was immediate. “I knew right away—this was the story,” he later said. “It was simple, profound, and spiritual without telling anyone what to believe.”
The angel was already present in Stern’s original story, but only as a shadow of what Clarence would become. Stern’s figure was more mysterious, less humorous, and served mainly as a narrative device. Capra saw potential in this character, but he wanted someone warmer, gentler, more disarming. He said, “I didn’t want an angel out of marble.
I wanted an angel with wrinkles, with worries, with a heart.” This became the defining insight. Capra felt that the message of the story—that every life touches countless others—would land more softly and more powerfully if delivered by a flawed, earnest, almost childlike guardian.
Working with his team of writers, Capra reshaped the angel into Clarence Odbody: a lovable, slightly bumbling spirit who still hadn’t earned his wings. He believed audiences would trust Clarence more if he wasn’t perfect. “An angel who needs help,” Capra joked, “is often the right one to help us.” When Henry Travers was cast as Clarence, Capra felt an immediate calm. Travers brought a humble sweetness that perfectly matched the director’s vision. Capra later said, “He gave Clarence something the script had no words for—kindness.”
As he built the character, Capra infused him with his own post-war emotions. He had seen despair, seen men lose faith in themselves, and he wanted Clarence to stand as a quiet rebuttal to that darkness. The angel wasn’t just a plot device. He was the embodiment of Capra’s belief that no life is meaningless, no matter how ordinary. “The world had too much cynicism,” Capra said. “I wanted to put a little hope back into it.”
Though the film struggled financially upon release, Clarence quickly became one of the most beloved angels in cinema. It wasn’t because he was grand or powerful, but because he was gentle. He represented the small voice people rarely hear—the reminder that they matter. Capra often credited Stern for planting the seed. “Philip Van Doren Stern gave me the gift,” he said. “I only unwrapped it.”
In the end, the idea of Clarence didn’t descend from heaven. It traveled through mailboxes, rejection letters, studio drawers, and one director’s aching heart before becoming the angel who would save George Bailey, and countless viewers, for generations to come.
Psssssssssssssssssssssssst. . .
Maybe there’s a little CLARENCE in all of us
with a George Bailey waiting to be saved. . .
(with the best gift of all awaiting to not be given but continually unwrapped:
K I N D N E S S)