Toft's Thoughts

The "Where are you Christmas" song was playing in my head as I sat in my living room, looking at the debris from Christmas.

New gifts sat freshly played with and game cards were left unshuffled by their box. Wrapping paper brimmed from garbage bags by the window. Gene Autry's Christmas album filled the room with Christmas classics from the record player in the dining room. The tree was still lit, but no gifts laid underneath.

And then my eyes slowly moved to what was placed perfectly in front of the fireplace – the Nativity. The presents may have been gone and Santa's leftover cookies were rea...