Christmas   It may be snow that remakes friendships, bringing us together in early evenings to share warmth and food and company. It may be the memory of an ancient season, caught between childhood and age. But the crunch of snow on the porch announces each welcome visitor, the cold insinuation of wind through the door precedes each ruddy, smiling face. It may be snow that remakes friendships, but it's love that turns the snow into this season. And we renew ourselves around the fire of memory each time the cold door opens on the warmth of eyes.                          David A. Sam The best of the season to each and all.