All earthly Christmases
disappoint us, but hiver,
the Eve of Everything,
can sweeten the bitterness
of winter with fresh hope.

Places, like people, only realize their potential when they are loved.

Christmas isn’t just safe and cheery. It has a deeply beautiful dark side.

Christmas is a beautiful building block to begin to plant a flag, make a place, and let things have their proper meaning again.

A sonnet of reclamation, by Malcolm Guite.