Christmas is for looking back over our shoulders.
It’s for those heart-warming stories that follow a pattern, a familiar one. They have their own little cliches and formulas, but they warm our hearts anyway.
It’s time for photo albums.
It’s time for old recipes you should have memorized by now, but always drag out the cook book anyway. It always falls open to the right page.
It’s time for the same old CDs played on the same old speakers.
It’s time for laughing about nothing for the sake of hearing laughter.
It’s time to drive away the wintertime ad the gathering dark with a ray of hope, fueled by memories of the past and the Promise of the future.