keeping it going

 A bunch of parishioners stayed after Mass today to get all the Christmas decorations put away; all that's left are the poinsettias. There are a lot of them, red and white, and they're bright and cheery. But all that beauty, with the wonderful Italian nativity we have, the lights, the sparkly ornaments, the greenery on every windowsill - all away. It's the only way to do it, of course, with a disparate group all living in different places, together to perform a task.

But how strange it all is - here one moment and gone the next. In our homes we don't have to be so "complete" about it. We can let it wind down gradually for a little while longer. But then we will have to be like Scrooge, honoring Christmas in our hearts and trying to keep it all year. Because it's been born, and it wants to keep living. 

"In the English calendar, Twelfth Night was for many centuries a time of more riotous festivity than Christmas Day - a last hurrah of feasting before the return to work. During the Middle Ages the Christmas season lasted forty days, until Candlemas on 2 February, and January was supposed to be a month of feasting*, not fasting - the exact opposite of the modern 'Dry January'."

                           -  from Winters in the World: a journey through the Anglo-Saxon year, by Eleanor Parker

*I'm all in with that.