As I type, I hear the strains of “Frosty the Snowman” cheerfully playing on the radio. My daughters have Grandpa’s old-fashioned unit, and they are giggling as they listen and play chess. These are the sweet moments, the day is coming to a close and I am achingly aware of how sweet they are indeed. Tonight I overheard a man telling his companion that he hadn’t bought a tree, and in fact couldn’t buy his kids a present until after Christmas if he was lucky. I felt so sad for him, and his children – as I pictured our own tree sheltering pretty packages from loving relatives. He is one of countless in our country, our world. Pause tonight to make sure we look for- and thank God for these moments.