Steel scaffolding at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in NYC impedes the normal Christmas traffic on a Friday afternoon. There are still the homeless in the pews, there are still the mink-coated elderly women with blue-white, tight-curled hair holding long matches from bony fingers to light their candle of solitude and tourists from Kansas whose heads are turned upward in awe at the dazzling stained-glass rosette windows. This nativity scene is also a work in progress, nestled precariously amid the steel tubing and snow-white, wax candles, burning so many wishes and blessings of a spirit that seems all but lost in America. With the polarization taking place in our world today, with the fresh spirit of Francis I curtailing the over-emphasis of pomp and circumstance, there is a need to refresh, renew and revise the meaning of Christmas. Renovations are merely the beginning.