I love, love, love this time of year.  From Thanksgiving to New Years is like Happyville for me.  Right about the time I start figuring what size turkey to get for dinner, I can feel a change right here.    It’s small at first, but it continues to grow each day….like a little spotlight. Its diameter increasing, getting larger and larger, brighter and brighter, warmer and warmer until it encompasses all of me. For so many years I didn’t think much about it; I just went with it.  Then many years ago I read a poem by Emily Dickson.  The first line says, (more…)