The Christmas Season Begins
Well, it has for my family and me, at least. The beginning of the season is really a state of mind in our house, and coincides with our annual tradition of hanging Christmas lights outside. On that subject, I will note only (1) I'm a colored lights guy, but my wife is a white lights gal, and so we have both; (2) white icicle lights are an abomination-- awkward, tangle-prone, short-lived. Next year we’re doing something else! I have been saying that for several years, but this time I really mean it. (I also said that last year, of course.)
There's obviously much more to the season than lights. Here's a favorite seasonal verse:
Christ Ran Stumbling
Lord Rector, University of Edinburgh
Christ ran stumbling down the street
on little twisted feet;
small blue hands over the place
where someone had bruised his face.
His starved, thin body shook with tears
and quick short gasps of fear.
Bitter the December day,
streets and sky an equal gray;
no brightness, but the neoned pub
where city men with Christmas grin
forgetfully went out and in.
When did we see you? folks will say,
at the last day.
May we all see Him when He's right in front of us -- which is practically all the time.