They came out of storage, off the rack around my neck, starting today, thirteen, maybe fourteen ties (or at least the ones I’ve found so far) with the story of Christmas, of the change of seasons, of the fun and joy of the holiday, of angels singing, presents wrapped, garland, holly and ivy, Marvin, of the Grinch, of Tannenbaum and reindeer, of snowflakes and wisemen on a journey of faith, of stockings and snowmen, stocking caps, covenantal rings, and FAO Schwartz bringing cheer and smiles in knowing of the same stories with the people I greet singing along with the carols on the radio and wondering at the lights on the houses along our way; remembering the Babe and His Story, that started it all, changing a world in need of healing, as it is still Made whole in moments of precious time when He enters our hearts, at least for this season each year at Christmas