We are surrounded by numbers right now. We always have been, but now numbers carry a different kind of weight as I scan through statistical graphs of how many people have contracted COVID-19 around the world. My eyes follow projected curves rising, flattening, and numbers point to the losses we have already experienced and the future we desperately hope for.
Christmas is part of that Great Story, and we either round its edges or fashion it into whatever tool we need to justify our cause.
"Doesn't it feel like the world is getting worse?" my roommate asked me as we drove through my hometown, the sun's rays fading on our shoulders. The question hung in the air, heavy from days of red-rimmed headlines and dried tears.