"...truce"

The first day of December is hours away. As Dickens wrote of this season. It is,"...a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely."

So even now divided as we are. Anxious angry confused in this republic as we are. We must be as Mr. Dickens urged.

There was once a ceasefire during WW1. It was called the Christmas Truce. Where both sides by common consent laid down their arms, and joined in the Spirit of the Day. In our case the Month. Can we lay down our divisions for just this short time, and recognize once more our common humanity.

I'm suggesting a December Truce in the American Culture Wars.

That conflict was at the heart of why so many perished here in the pandemic. Why we are now two nations raging at each other.

As I sat watching the rain come down on this dreary day it came to me. It doesn't have to be this way. We all both sides know this, but no one yet acts. We have to act. I don't know what to do. Other than ask you to consider this, and spread the idea of a December Truce in this Cold Civil War.

As Lincoln said "...We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”