Regardless whatever else is going on in the world, it's still Christmas.
Regardless a world at war on two fronts, and an economy that devastates the dreams of young and old like, there is still Christmas.
Regardless the commercialization and crass devolvement of Christmas "specials" into the worst our culture can throw at us, there is still, if you look for it, the celebration of an unlikely event: A sweet baby boy is born in the dung-heaps of a crowded Palestinian cave-stable some 2,000 years ago to live a life that would change the world, and for those of us who believe, give us hope.
To all of you in the spirit of that hope, Merry Christmas, and with Dickens' Tiny Tim, "God bless us, every one."
