The dystopian society of the book is flat and colorless and void of all true emotion- certainly of love. When Jonas, the protagonist, discovers memories of life with love and hate, family and war, he is overwhelmed by its joy and floored its suffering. Courage grows within him to return freedom to his people and in the end, though the author makes it a subtle truth ("Silent Night" plays at the end of the movie), it is BIG truth: CHRISTMAS is what makes the suffering bearable, the joy overcoming all the hate and all the suffering and all the death. It is the hope and it is the beginning of salvation.
A couple of days ago, I made created our family's 2015 calendar on Shutterfly. I pulled out some beautiful moments of our 2014 to illustrate the months, but it's not as though the year was devoid of suffering. I've lived long enough to know that 2015, should we be given the gift of all 365 days, will dispense joy and pain, adventure and struggle- for all of us. I hope it's a realism and not a cynicism- I am hopeful and I know Love holds us through it all. But it makes Christmas that much greater. We struggle for now, but it's true that "Christmas is the beginning of the end of all suffering," and isn't it so appropriate, so wonderful that our year ends with the beginning of this great truth, this great news?