What happens when the first "normal" Christmas since 2019 turns into a sitcom-level celebration in which everything that can go wrong does go wrong?

Instead of focusing on what some critic or pundit has to say about what was important from the last year, what would it be like if we went through our own calendars and credit card statements and made top 10 lists of our own?

Something has started, something good, and we are going to be a part of it. But what is it exactly? Wait and see.

My go-to for holiday comfort is generally British TV shows. Any TV trip to the U.K. feels instantly like a vacation.

Where a lot of Catholic Christmas hymns lean into the more fantastical elements—angels, stars, kings—“In the Bleak Midwinter” points us instead to the ordinary.

A Reflection for the Fourth Sunday of Advent, by Jim McDermott, S.J.

“Downstate,” Bruce Norris’s new off-Broadway play about a group home for pedophile, raises the question: Who gets to write about pedophilia? And what are they allowed to say?

Jesuit missionary Jacques de Brébeuf worked with the Indigenous Huron people for years and wanted to give the people a carol of their own, in their own language.

I typed “Why does God…” into Google to see what would auto-populate. The question, “Why does God hate me?” was number three on the list.

Who is this King Wenceslas fella? What makes him good? And why does he merit a song at Christmas?