Every December, a quiet miracle happens without much fanfare. Our playlists change along with our calendars. One moment we’re into our normal stuff. The next, it’s O Come, O Come, Emmanuel, Joy To The World, and O Come All Ye...
The tree goes up.
The calendar fills.
The packages stack.
And then sometime in January, you look around and realize you’re tired, you’re in the red, and you’re weirdly...