I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

Is anyone ever really ready for Christmas?( I mean this in big and little picture ways. ) I woke at five saying, “I have to bake four coffee cakes!” Then I counted heads for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and decided to wash the napkins. I didn’t have enough eggs. I also do not have a gift for my husband, who says he has everything he needs and means it, which is why I love him. “Socks”, I say to the dog who looks worried, as if I have decided to get us a Christmas kitten. (I’m allergic and so is at least one grandchild so that is not happening.) I don’t know much about God, except that he is love. But he did come to earth as a baby, and that makes faith so much easier. Who doesn’t want to hold a newborn? Who doesn’t see the miracle in a god who needs us to change his diaper? I can do that. And I can bake four coffee cakes today. Now all I have to do is find the recipe, and breathe, and be grateful.