A pandemic, a country wrought by divisive politics, and millions looking at an uncertain next few weeks and possible eviction. Things are tough this Christmas for many. But the "holiday season" has endured from ancient times, not because of a Coca-Cola Santa, or department stores, or the sugarplum fairy, but because it is a time of year when we can allow ourselves think about a better future, despite the dark times we may be fixed in. This is the season of hope, even when there ain't much reason for it. But if there is any "magic" to this time of year, it is simply that, collectively, we are all just a bit more hopeful, and that itself is a powerful reason to be hopeful.
So it's the holidays that give me hope that Americans are not as divided as we believe we are. It's the time when people from all backgrounds do things both large and small, to help people they never even met, and some they have, to, if not have a Merry Christmas, at least have a better one. It's the one time of year that being a human means just a bit more than being any of the other things we call ourselves.
So it's the holidays that give me hope that Americans are not as divided as we believe we are. It's the time when people from all backgrounds do things both large and small, to help people they never even met, and some they have, to, if not have a Merry Christmas, at least have a better one. It's the one time of year that being a human means just a bit more than being any of the other things we call ourselves.
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