Posted first in 2012, then again last year. Yes, just like TV, I'm running the Christmas specials...
As the low milky sun visits my window in the fifty degree weather,
I'm amazed every year at how people marvel at the mild weather. I want
to scream, "It's still fall in early December." Winter will come. It
always does in the North. Maybe not as wild as some years, but we have a
change in seasons. The winter solstice remains on December 20 or 21,
depending on the timing of all that solar stuff.
December of 2001,
the forsythia bloomed. Last year and the year before, I saw violets in
October and late November. The year Mary Ellen was born, 1994, an
extremely warm December, made it difficult to dress a newborn. I felt
guilty not bundling her up, but we saw seventy degrees on Christmas Day.
I wore a red light weight skirt and a white and red blouse, but it
didn't look Christmas-like to me. I still felt warm, thank you,
hormones.
Some years, I have seen snow start in October and early
November. Two years ago, snow came before Thanksgiving and we didn't
seen bare ground until April. Then it was muddy through June because of
all the rain. Fifty days out of sixty one in April and May of rain. Now,
that was depressing.
So why do we think we have to have snow and
cold for Christmas? Folk lore, Washington Irving, Charles Dickens,
Clement Clarke Moore, Santa living at the North Pole? Or is it my idea
about the magic of first snow, that symbolizes cleaning the earth. Our
sins will be cleansed by the blood of this Baby born on Christmas Day. I
don't think we realize this consciously, but in our spirits we are open
to a new start, being a new creation. Is that why we want snow at
Christmas? Why we are disappointed when no snow shows on December first?
We're ready for purity, the innocence of Christmas. Jesus said,"Unless
you change and become like little children, you will not enter the
Kingdom of Heaven." Mathew 18:3.
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