Perhaps it is overstated to say there is a “magic” to December. Perhaps it is. Yet, we all feel something otherworldly in this season. It is as if the world contracts, bringing us together in a crash of energy and favor. The boundaries we build throughout a divided year suddenly dissolve for a moment of winter’s mysterious grace. Of course, this generosity lasts only until January. The bills come in, the hope fades, and the snow turns a not-so beautiful burden.
But for a moment in time, each year, we are provided a reprieve – a glimpse into a world hoped for. We see what is possible on the other side of our want for more. Rarely are we ever closer to living charity as a principle instead of a children’s story. Even the pessimist wants to give and to be part of something greater during this time.
December ushers in many things, but it also frames a new beginning. A restart. The month is filled with thought of the past 11 calendar flips, reminding us of events and changes that were lost in the transition. It brings a sense of those we have seen and watched leave. December is the bow on the final gift to open before we step into the cold unknown of new promises and heights. We remember who we were at the start, and try to hang words on the identity we have become. We hope we are better, maybe more hopeful, but we are uncertain at best.
This month makes all things possible and puts calendar hurts in a new perspective. We sense something better is possible when we turn the page.
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