Dear Editor
"To every thing there is a season."
A mayor of a certain town wants the residents to keep their electric decorative lights on past the Christmas season until spring to combat what he calls the dreariness of winter.
When I went out to do chores on the morning of Dec. 9, the sky was pink to the east and the west and as the day went on it became rosier, setting off the hoar frosted trees. I went into town for the mail, picking up some interesting parcels. A Bobcat operator came to clear snow and move some bales. I (finally) made Christmas cakes and someone dropped in and we had tea and conversation.
I went for a short walk through spruce woods on a path the horses had made through the snow. After supper I put on a new-to-me Red Skelton video while I wrote Christmas cards.
An exciting day? Perhaps not, but certainly not dreary.
As I was getting up the next morning, I heard a CBC radio journalist interviewing a man who had seen thousands of Syrian people plodding silently across the borders of their own country to escape devastation and death. All they had they carried on their backs, sometimes a newborn babe.
"Let there be light" does not mean the glittering coloured lights on the homes of a fat spoiled nation. But losing everything and having to flee one's own country, now there's dreary and more than dreary.
I know there are many mayors in Canada who don't think winter is dreary. I certainly hope so.
Christine Pike
Waseca
