This year, in spite of the cold* that arrived during the early hours of Christmas Eve (and still lingers), I decided to approach things a bit differently.
I suspect I get into the habit of thinking Christmas Day is the end of it, perhaps dribbling a little into Boxing Day. But if we have spent all of Advent waiting, surely there must be time to reflect on the fact that Christ has come – and that Christmas is more than just one day.
Call it the 12 days of Christmas if you like,or whatever tradition you hold. But if we’re going to observe Advent, surely there should be some observance of Christmas, beyond that one day, after which we all collapse and have a needed nap?
So, instead of eyeing the Christmas tree as something ‘nearly over’ and a job that will need doing, this year I’ve tried to nurture Christmas; to continue playing the occasional carol; to light candles and contemplate in a way I would not usually do – in my hurry to ‘face up’ to bleak January and the mere idea of February (brrr).
I whisper to myself – it’s still Christmas. Don’t rush to pack it away. You don’t have to squeeze it into 24 hours of exhausting activity and then feel like you’ve ‘missed it’.
Christmas is more than just one day.
That’s what I think, anyway.
- as in cough, cough, sneeze, etc.