Another year wraps up, another Christmas whoosh’s by as quick as a middle school crush and a pall comes over the horizon as I wait for winter’s quiet hush. The morning light is slanted and gray, the silence familiar. I have a love/hate relationship with this time of the year. As a church musician, I have unfortunately come to loathe the preparation time leading up to the holidays. The endless rehearsals, the planning of music and performers, the expectation to produce something “fantastic” and uplifting year after year, always expected to outdo the year before. After almost 20 years of this, it is somewhat of a downer.