Christmas is putting footsteps in the meadow, I hear the bells, familiar carols play, snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window, and colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. The outside world is a dream.

The Christmas tree is like a candy store where everything is free and the sound of the crackling fire going in the fireplace is the sound of music. There’s a steaming mug in my hands, warming my fingers. Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of red and green.

Listen, the snow is falling and it is not Christmas yet.

Asthma patients hold their breath as Diwali is here.

Chemical of the Week -- Fireworks!

Don't be fooled by the calendar. Every day is festival.