That feeling of running out of time before Christmas? It’s real. You have about nine hours of daylight today, being that it is the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year.
Starting tomorrow, the days will begin to lengthen, but you’ll have to be patient: according to mashable.com, it won’t actually begin to get light earlier in the morning until January 11.
Today is also the day I officially give up on any illusion I had of creating a perfect Christmas and opt for just enjoying it. Now there’s a concept, right?
There I was, making my list and checking it twice when we decided to make a very quick trip down to Newport Beach for Evie and Viv’s Grandparents Day Christmas program at their school. Way more fun than Christmas shopping!
We came home last night (thanks, Alexandra and Andy, for last-minute housesitting!) to realize that we’ve missed every possible deadline for being ready for Christmas. Oops.
I hope you’re more ready and organized than I am at this point. If not, you can join me in trying to make sense of it all by turning to writer Madeleine L’Engle’s Advent poem, After Annunciation:
“This is the irrational season
When love blooms bright and wild,
Had Mary been filled with reason
There’d have been no room for the child.”