Christmas is a season of expectation and the joyful fulfillment of our deepest yearning. That is easy to forget as we strive with the tensions and complexities of modern life. So, let us take a brief pause to embrace hope and experience the simple joys of giving, receiving, and sharing.
Whether one celebrates the birth of Christ with fervent thanksgiving, enjoys the season primarily as a time for remembering friends and family, or fully understands Scrooge’s “Bah, humbug!” epithet—as I am often tempted to do—please accept my best wishes in this Christmas season. Or as Tiny Tim put it, “God Bless us, everyone.”
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