My daughter and I agreed last night that this December disappeared especially quickly! Do you feel that, too? We haven’t even been out to see the synchronized musical lightshow in the country yet! So we’re not quite ready for Christmas to come and go; I guess we have a lot of meaningful celebrating to cram into one last day!
Here is a poem for you, a Christmastime favorite of mine.
By Thomas Hardy
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel,
“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
(this is just to say that my girl is pretty terrific for allowing me to share her little drawings here for twenty-four days in a row, even though she didn’t think anyone outside of our little family would ever seen them when she drew them. it has been fun coming to this space every day to post something.)