December, at last. I have to admit I am glad to see November end. It's not that anyting bad occured. We celebrated my birthday and Thanksgiving, so there was good to be had. We had some remarkably good weather, bookending the snow that arrived mid-month.
It was dark, very, very dark. The shorter days are so noticble, especially with the time change. When I get home from work, all I want to do is either curl up under a blanket with a good book or go to sleep.
I know December brings more of the same. But, somehow it's different. I think observing Advent helps. We are in a time of both preparation and contemplation. We start out in the darkness, and week by week another candle glows bright.
“Any one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.”