Always winter, never Christmas.
This past year, while having more than its share of good times, I suppose, was filled with lots of disenchantment for me. "Disenchantment" has even been the theme of several conversations I've had in recent months.
But the nice thing about disenchantment is that it leaves open the possibility of "re-enchantment." Winter gives way to spring, even in The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe, and Christmas marks the turning point.
I'm reminded of a song by Counting Crows:
It's been a long December
And there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last.
Here's to hope, which springs eternal. May our thaw commence.