Christmas Eve ’02 – Jana

As I sit here wrapping the few offerings I have to give for christmas, the strangest images come to mind. Watching the paper bow under the scissors I am reminded of winters in Logan. Of watching my friends wrap presents, and walking through the snow to go see someone special. I think of white hot chocolate from the straw ibis, and late night movies cuddled up on the couch with pretty girls. Then my thoughts cascade though all the seasons in Logan. Sitting on the porch in Fall, having just raked the entire lawn of leaves falling more prolific than stars in a meteor shower. Laughing with you on your back patio about the stray neighborhood cat. Melanie comes to mind, although not with the poignance she once held. Nihil sub sole novum.