On Christmas

The nights grow dark and cold; every sound is crisp and precise, evoking the crust and crackle of frost. A mournful wind whispers among eaves and branches, distant and forlorn. December comes once more, and in that chill month is reflected our world. It has not been an easy year; the world presses in upon us, leaving people angry and scared and in need.

In such times, in such a month, the warmth and generosity of Christmas takes on heightened importance. A gift, a song, a warm beverage, a friendly smile: in sharing and caring, in lifting up one another, we recall the spirit of the season, rekindle the flames of love and cheer and generosity that define Christmas. We push back the chill; the wind may roar outside, but inside, in our hearts, a log crackles on the fire as familiar tunes fill our heads. Decorations go up; trees take up their yearly adornment of light, ornamented in baubles and candy canes and glittering mementos.

We need Christmastime, all of us, because it provides a chance to reflect on what has come before, and to refocus on what comes after. Far too often, we may turn inward, ignoring the needs of those around us. Far too often, we may miss the hurt, the burden borne silently by a neighbor, or a friend, or a stranger. At this time of year, we are asked to give, to share, to look deeper. With this message, I ask the reader to see the humanity in each face, each person you pass this season. I ask you to show a little extra care and kindness, a silent gift to those around you. And I ask that you ask the same of me, as we once more we journey together through Christmas.