The More Things Change...

"It is the month of December, and yet the whole city is in a sweat! Festivity at state expense is given unrestricted license. Everywhere there echoes the noise of preparations on a massive scale.

The man who said that December used to be a month but is now a year was not far wide of the mark!" Seneca (4BC-65AD) Apparently things don't change much. Is there a way we can find God in the oddness of our winter festivities?