. . . Christian, I’m trying to reconcile two things I’ve seen this season, maybe you can help me make sense of them… On one hand, I’ve seen your house, meticulously strewn with glowing lights announcing peace on earth, goodwill toward men. I’ve seen the outward displays of fervent religion in cards you’ve sent me and in heavily filtered Instagram posts that fill my newsfeed. I’ve seen your performative elation at supposedly being released to finally say “Merry Christmas” again. I’ve seen the spotlight-soaked Nativity scene adorning your front lawn every year. I’ve seen your annual passionate appeals to keep Christ in Christmas. But I’ve also seen something else. I’ve seen your social media feed. I’ve seen your anti-immigrant rants, the incendiary articles you share, the mocking memes rejoicing in the suffering of your neighbors that you continually amplify. I’ve seen your cruelty, your selfishness, your anger toward human beings not born here or those whom you suspect merely by their appearance or accent of not being born here. I’ve seen you declare your contempt for those looking to find rest in your midst. I’ve seen your support for a president who calls vulnerable human beings “vermin” and “poison.” I’ve seen you applauding ICE. And I know that soon, you will be in a church, surrounded by those you love, singing songs celebrating the birth of a child and the arrival of Christmas. With all due respect, you probably shouldn’t be. If you’re celebrating the mass deportations of distraught, exhausted human beings seeking refuge, you probably shouldn’t be singing sweet songs about a baby with “no crib for a bed.” If you hold in your heart such complete disregard for millions of strangers whom you seek to eradicate from your neighborhood, I’m not sure “let every heart, prepare him room,” should be on your lips.