Evening falls on Christmas day. The dishes are put away, the dogs given their evening treats, Snookums TV shows play in the living room, and I sit in my studio in that last hour of wind down before bedtime. Odd how the air feels different on this chilly holiday night. I am not such a big fan of Christmas for a whole host of reasons, but I am not antagonistic toward those who feel it is a special day.
But any day is a good day to stop and thank God for a Messiah, be he come or yet to come. I find no huge heresy in that idea. I normally observe it in a weeklong immersion in a DVD of Lord of the Rings, but for some reason, I just wasn’t up for it this year.
It is a time for me to ponder beginnings and roots. That imperious urge that sprang from God’s first command to man to be fruitful and fill the earth eases a wee bit with age. The urge to impregnate every unpregnant female fades to the background, and I can spend a bit more time examining that curiosity of God’s creation, man.
Half jackass, and half child of God, my old mentor used to say, and we are never sure which one is in charge at any given moment of time. I just hope in this last stretch of life that I don’t catch myself braying too often.
But too soon this magic moment will fade, and the world with its woes will rock merrily on its way toward Armageddon. May the year to come be a kind one for you, and the real peace on earth inhabit your soul.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night …