On a cold, clear Saturday night in early January I’m standing on the periphery of my garage pouring my fourth glass of Captain Morgans Original Spiced Rum.
I lift my glass to the heavens to toast Balthazar’s camel, having already toasted the Magi individually and still having two camels and three gifts to go.
Stuck in my new years resolutions and planning mode, and perhaps with the help of the rum, I turn introspective and wonder what gifts I have to offer the world.
Wakening from my reverie, I stare down at my empty glass and decide it’s time to toast Melchior’s camel
Refilling my glass I gaze upward and watch the myriad stars twinkling in the clear Winter sky, and wonder if Heaven is above the stars, and if my mother is looking down on me and also wonder if there is a God in Heaven who really cares.
But above all I wonder if there really can be peace on earth and good will to all, or is that just a pipe dream, and I sigh and decide it’s time to toast Caspar’s camel, L’chaim, Shalom.