When I was a child I could not comprehend why the Christmas season could not last the entire year. My grandmother’s tacky (now retro and hip) decorations heralded the beginning of the season. My parents observed with bemusement as I took it upon myself to decorate our suburban split-level ranch in a grand style more appropriately suited for the White House. It was a special occasion! I was determined to create the atmosphere through which my friends and family could enjoy the season.
The dome of heaven is above us all, no matter your spiritual or secular beliefs. We believe that as long as there are humans to sing, these carols will be sung. We come from every corner of this broadly diverse city. Though we may not be angels or shepherds, we believe that our voices echo and join an ancient message: peace on earth, goodwill towards men.
It is the music, the effort to make beauty itself, that is the spirit of the season.