Stone Soup and Other Tales of Advent

It is December, and the noise level is deafening.¬†Not even a major snowstorm could muffle the holiday clamor. Everywhere, Christmas has been cranked¬†up and marked down, blared and blasted, misappropriated and misunderstood. Hark! The herald… If somewhere an angel sings, it is impossible to hear above the din. These are the darkest days of the…