From Ian Frazier, a staff writer at The New Yorker: “Greetings friends! It’s Christmastime, When once again we mangle rhyme And meter just to broadcast blessing, All good will and joy confessing, To those we like and those we don’t, The ones we’ll hug and those we won’t. Peace to all. Thank God we’re here. A grand transcendence drawing near Reminds us to Love One Another; Everybody’s (gulp) our brother And sister, too—a saying true, Though easier to say than do. Look to the star, keep spirits high. Good times are coming by and by. Do not let yourselves get down; Faith’s more a verb than it’s a noun.” With warm wishes to all, Harry