December 22: Christmas is approaching. It is a time for cheer and joy and togetherness. In Jerusalem and Bethlehem, it’s a day that is well celebrated. But in the West Bank, there is no yuletide cheer this year. The mistletoe or holly have been replaced by bombs and the chorus of carollers has been replaced by screams of dying people. The cacophony of babies crying amid shelling is all that I hear in my sleep now. Sometimes real, sometimes imagined. I hear these voices and see their bloodied faces on my phone when I open social media. I hear the crashes in the distance at night. I stay in bed, helpless. There isn’t much I can do except pray for the safety of my people who are being massacred by the thousands.