“Good morning.” A soft voice floated from the front of the congregation. An older man, perhaps in his forties, reached the podium. He was gentle eyed, and slightly hunched, with crow’s feet branching out on either side of his round face. “Please, be seated.” Those who were standing found a seat, and Violet and Mei stayed put. “I welcome you, one and all, on this beautiful Christmas morning. Winter has always been a time of harshness. Crops die, soil stiffens. The world around us slumbers beneath a blanket of icy white. And yet, I feel nothing but warmth around me today. Brought together under the grace of Our Lord God, we must remain ever thankful for the family that surrounds us.