After my last few months of moving out of state and my mother dying, I am content to hunker down for a period of wintering, grieving, and processing. I will have a small tree with some twinkle lights only. I find this is quite enough after every venture out for groceries or to the pharmacy is met with non stop Christmas music and tacky decorations galore. I will welcome this period of light and peace and pray for this broken world — but celebrate? Not as likely.