i offer up:

is my joy so small?
a question, not mine, but one i keep on the chalkboard by the phone. sometimes i forget to ask myself, and i find anger everywhere. other times, my cup overflows and i find the question quaint.


in christmas, in memories, in the new year
and in the now, i hope to find my joy is
not so small.


and for all of you, we wish no less than a
joy large enough to carry you.

happy holidays.


jen, joe, joey
and in peace,
isaiah