And how on this seventh day of Christmas-as the song goes-my true love sends me seven swans a swimming. And so ends the days of arriving birds. Thank goodness.
Why it is tomorrow-in the new year-people become the gift in the song, I do not know.
My writer's mind wants to assign meaning to birds in the old year and people in the new, but I am in a writing mood, and that book isn't going to finish itself, so I need to go work on it.
Here is a beautiful image of seven swans a-swimming by artist Justin Rowe. Here is his website if you would like to see more of his work and learn more about him.
On this last day of the year I am very thankful for what has been. May God grant me a thankful heart for what will be.
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