My Christmas tree is still up and it is still fresh and beautiful. If you stick your nose in close, it still gives off a nice piney fragrance. I think I’ll leave it up a little longer. Why not?
On Sunday in church we marked the church calendar observance called Epiphany. This is linked to the biblical account of the wise men coming and finding and recognizing Jesus even though he’s still just a baby or small child living in unremarkable outward circumstances. We sang We Three Kings and other epiphany-themed hymns.
I missed church last week, being sick, but Scott said it was very Christmas-y. So together with the season of Advent, this makes for 6 or 7 weeks of (basically) Christmas-themed worship. The lengthy, unhurried way this unfolds has allowed us to enjoy and appreciate the religious side of the Christmas season with less competition from the commercial side. The commercial side of Christmas charged in as usual, of course, and was enjoyed to the full, the way you enjoy a loud-mouthed, big-hearted relative (and yet are always a little relieved to see them go). In previous years we’ve packed all the religious significance of Christmas into the same one or two Sundays the commercial Christmas was visiting, and then felt guilty that no matter how we tried, the glitzy, loud-mouthed cousin always over-shadowed the quieter, deeper one.