A tradition in our home is that every Christmas day, from the second chapter of Luke, Jerry reads to us the beautiful story of Christmas. Usually he does it as we sit at the table before our meal; today about an hour before dinner, he called us together in the living room. He sat on a stool by the fireplace; the rest of us sat on couches and chairs circled about the room–two of our children, their families and I.
In less than three months, Jerry will be 80. He is our patriarch. We are blessed.