I am not sure how to quantify this exactly, so let me ask you straight out...Has there been a Christmas season in recent memory where our population has been in such dire need of the true spirit?

Some in California, Houston and Puerto Rico fear the loss of media attention will result in the loss of caring.

While men of note have been quickly dismissed for abusing their positions of power, what about the women of lesser fame who have spoken softly, “Me Too” and received no closure?

Ken Burns‘ depiction of the Vietnam War raked through our memories of an American military effort run amuck, yet for the umpteenth year in Afghanistan, our young people continue to daily risk their lives often succumbing to the PTSD and suicide rates that follow.

“To kneel or not to kneel”? That seems to be the most pressing of questions.

Do you feel overwhelmed, pensive, a bit slower in your gait?

Yeah. Me, too. That’s why we need a cold, snowy winter. Right now.

Look at it this way, when the temperatures dip below zero and the wind wails relentlessly, what happens to us?

We think of those in our community who are hungry or in danger of being too cold. We respond with coat distributions, community food drives and bell-ringing.

When asked to round up our grocery bill to help with unpaid utilities at an undisclosed location, we do it.

Church Christmas trees with names of the needy pinned to its branches are typically barren following a weekend’s slate of services.

When the frigid comes, we reach out in warmth.

This analysis is not intended to be a self-congratulatory pat-on-the-back, but rather a recognition of an environmental and cultural stirring of our better nature.

Bring on the Christmas cold. Two massive fronts of eight inch snows, blasted by northwest gusts of thirty to forty-five.

A good blizzard reminds us that our surviving this life depends on the caring efforts of others. The truck drivers who bring us food. City workers who stoke the coals. A good white-out refocuses the soul.

Let’s get the neighborhood kids making snowmen, snow angels and snow forts.

Appreciate the dogs that joyfully play in the drifts.

Winter is a time to remember one another; to warm up to one another. In all the right ways. For all the right reasons.

Don Cunningham of Fremont is a freelance columnist.

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