It doesn't seem long since I last put it away. Hell- they don't make years as long as they used to.
It looks like it's going to be twilight all day long and I feel the need for sparkly things.
In the film I watched yesterday these Polish people were going to Midnight Mass. How comforting to be a Catholic in a Catholic country! To feel the sparkle as something not merely applied but as a deep, deep thing that wraps you round.
I've been asking myself what- if anything- I'm celebrating this year. And the answer is I don't really know and I don't think it matters. Christmas is older than any religion.
The world is full of snow and wolves but we have fire.
Throw on another log. Watch the sparks fly.