And the Light shineth in darkness: and the darkness did not comprehend it. — John 1:5 Throughout the night, the cold drew close, And wrapped our home in shrouds of frost. Within eight candles lent us light, Returning to us all we’d lost. Around us, all our village slept.

Inside the store stretched out before me like a land of dreams so wonderful so various so new…. Everything new. And shiny. And, well, cheap.

"It's time to do some more walking," he said. "We need to get your balance back."