When you see those little lights, twinkling, shining, upon the tree, maybe lighting up outside or hanging from the house like icicles, do you feel a little better, the beauty slicing through the inner darkness, glinting off the wessel cups and making those dark nights bright. I want to keep my lights all year, or at least until I find the inner cheer, the joy I imagine others feel, warmth and belonging, laughter not fear. Alas these lights are temporary, to spread a little light in the dark, to make you feel warm in your heart at a time of year when most depart. Taken by the cold grip of death, we trick our minds to see the cheer. For now I will keep my lights, invite in the rays to my heart, hope they give me faith and hope when I no longer feel I can cope. Christmas tree and little lights, to me you are my motivation for life.