I intend the title of this post to be taken unironically. Despite the ongoing nonsense by the various Grinches in trying to snuff out the Christmas spirit with lockdowns and fear, Mass was at (diminished) capacity last night and our spirits are high.
What is more, a light blanket of snow arrived just in time to give us a White Christmas, just like the ones we used to know.
Last night I finished a re-reading of The Silmarillion, and Tolkien's extended mythology appropriately concludes with the rising of a new star, a symbol of hope and a promise of mercy and pardon.
2020 has been a crazy year, but through it all, faith has always been a solace. May you and yours have a blessed holiday. Merry Christmas!