If I had been one of the seven dwarfs, my name would have been Mopey. Or maybe Phlegmmy, though they already had a Sneezy.
Just glad i don't live south of the equator. i don't think i could handle Christmas coming at the beginning of summer. i keep threatening to sell the station and move the family somewhere north where they still have winter. Not just four months of March. The missus don't hold to such talk.
Hmm, random interlude: preheated seat cushions are an outstanding idea.
It's just that Christmas in general is sort of a letdown. There's all this build-up, all this anticipation, all this ceremony and in one short, busy day it's all done. Nothing's changed. Life grinds on as if nothing ever happened. i wonder if Joseph and Mary felt that way the day after? Did they expect the world to come bow at Jesus' feet the day He entered the world? Instead of a handful of smelly sheep-rats. i wonder if that was part of the reason for the stable? So the shepherds would feel comfortable. Mary and Joe must have had continual reminders that their son was not average by any means but did life for them really change? Did the world? No. Joe went on being a blue collar schmuck and Mary kept a home in their hometown and the world went right on ignoring them. Or more importantly, ignoring their son.
Just as it does now. We carry around this knowledge, this gift: the son of God came to earth as one of us, took all the punishment for our sin and now we are free to have a relationship with God again, and the world acts like we're nuts. God has done everything necessary to repair all the damage that we did when we rebelled. And we give him the big cosmic busysignal and grind on with our pathetic attempts to find meaning in chaos.
No wonder it rains on Christmas.