Monday, December 20, 2021

Stopping by Jesus on a Solstice Eve

Jesus looks down from the wall at my Christmas tree without judgement.  It's short, plastic and pre-lit.  He doesn't seem to care. 

There are a bunch of ornaments on it.  Maybe that makes up for the tree's diminutive stature.  It makes the thing look more decorated, anyway. 

Tomorrow's the shortest day of the year.  Tonight and tomorrow night are the longest nights.  The clouds make it dark even earlier.  

I'm making myself sleepy.  The woods are lovely, dark and deep... but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep... or some such nonsense.  Good night.