Paris is suspended in icy cold. Endlessly trapped. I haven't felt relentless cold like this since I was a boy.
They called that winter the worst in years, and we lost one of our little tribe to pneumonia that year. You can tough out a few days of cold, but weeks on end? Only the strongest survive.
This winter shows signs of being the same as that one. By now, you know how cold and snow make me itchy, anxious. Maybe I can't rest because I know there are kids out there, my kids, the ones who call me "Papa Lion," and expect me to look after them. In the warmer months, it's easy to keep track of them, but in cold like this, they're hidden away. There are twelve kids I know of, so I better get looking, get them to a warm, safe place. Sure, there are more out there I don't know, who I may never find, but I'm only one man. I can only do what I can do.
What can you do? This is the season for giving, yeah? Wasn't baby Jesus out in the cold on Christmas, too? Think of the cold babies out there right now and give the gift of warmth.
