The wonder of this season is never lost on me. With the myriad ways we celebrate Christ's birth, the joy and love of the season always translates into peace and hope. Hope that we will celebrate Christ's second coming soon, and peace that we can rest in the knowledge that he has already walked this earth. Today in church my priest (I attend an Episcopal church) was talking about the great seriousness of this season, and I agree with him. It's easy to get caught up in the romance and wonder of the season, but I'm of the opinion that this season has an inherent gravity, in that the celebration of Christ's birth is the response to our great sins; we mustn't forget that Christ had to come because we had turned so far from him.
With that in mind, here's a link to my favorite Christmas song--O Come, O Come Emmanuel--one that painfully and perfectly casts this season in its proper light. The death and shadows, captivity and mourning, exile and misery which we sinners deserve is replaced only by the Lord of Might, whose great power we celebrate this season in the form of a little baby. Rejoice, Rejoice!