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Christmas is over. Crumpled gift wrap has gone into recycle bins. Santa has settled down for a long winter’s nap, or at least into an easy chair by the hearth, sipping a well-deserved eggnog; Rudolph has been put out to pasture.
And 2018 stands on our doorsteps, finger poised at the doorbell.
Hymnwriter Jim Strathdee answered that question:
When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and the shepherds have found their way home,
The work of Christmas is begun!
The work of Christmas? Work? Surely you jest! Christmas is about fun, and family, and feasting -- not about work.
Categories: Soft Edges
Tags: Christmas, Strathdee, poets, writers, composers, prophets
Christmas is just three weeks away. Silver bells ring on city sidewalks, sleighbells jingle in lanes. Coloured lights brighten the long dark nights.
And indoors, Christmas trees light up.
Our family used to go out and cut a tree. About 11 years ago, for various reasons, we switched to an artificial tree.
I figure 11 trees are still alive today, that wouldn't be otherwise.
“So what?” you scoff. Pines and firs on a Christmas tree farm were never intended to grow to maturity. They were grown to be cut down, weren't they?
Maybe. But like us, they're living things. The ancient Druids had sacred groves. I suggest that every tree should be considered sacred.
Tags: trees, Christmas