This week’s topic is how we feel about winter, but I admit I’m not inspired to write about that this week in light of last Friday’s tragedy. The short version is that winter is my least favorite season. Native Floridian here, so I’m partial to the hot stuff. I complain far more about the cold than I do the summer heat. I like just enough winter to wear a cute jacket and boots and then I’m over it. I hate having to bundle up so much that I resemble the Michelin man or the Stay-Puff marshmallow dude. I prefer flip-flops and sleeveless tops. Granted winter gets the better holidays, but who needs a holiday known for stressing folks out when all you need with summer is a beach and a good summer read?
And yet, when I think of all the joy of the holidays, I know that this can be an extremely difficult time of year for some folks. Some suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. Some worry about money too much. And some have to bear a sorrow too great to comprehend for most of us.
I hope the other foxes and the hound won’t mind, but I want to remember those 20 precious babies and the 7 adult caretakers whose lives were taken far too soon. Give extra hugs and kisses to your loved ones everyone and may God comfort their families and the survivors of Sandy Hook Elementary.
The children: Charlotte, Daniel, Olivia, Josephine, Ana, Madeleine, Dylan, Catherine, Chase, Jesse, James, Grace, Emilie, Jack, Noah, Caroline, Jessica, Avielle, Benjamin, Allison
The principal and staff: Dawn, Rachel, Nancy, Anne Marie, Lauren, Mary, Victoria