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Oh, don't be too out, but... I never know when Christmas, or Thanksgiving, or... my birthday is. I'm just not good at some things. Sure. Laugh it up. Enjoy one of Doom's weaknesses. I don't mind, it's just the way of it. Nor do I mind, for my part. Today, tomorrow, yesterday, a week from now, three years ago, ten years from now... You... just have to have the right perspective and then you understand... some other things. Time is not what it seems. What is, was, will be, and could be all mingle into a form of... Never mind. Oddly, I do believe most of you know at least some of that which I speak... if you all probably know exactly when those holidays fall. You simply haven't drunk deeply enough from the cup about which I speak. I've tasted the last drop. Tastes nothing like Folgers, by the way.
I suggested I would begin looking for notions regarding the 12 Days of Christmas. And so I have. Here is a more modern adaptation to the notion. While this is by a Catholic author, I do believe there are some in all or most denominations who celebrate a similar way. I know there are Mormons who do as well. It is, actually, a tradition dating, from what I have read, from before the Martin Luther. While he wasn't the first splitter, he created the longest lasting schism. Anyway, here is a modern notion. I was correct, it is celebrated in the days following Christmas itself, and Christmas Eve is a part of it. Yeah, I... dig deep when I go long. I suppose, if I piss you off, you were probably pissed off already, you were just waiting for someone, anyone to say something, or... anything. Ha! The good thing about the link is it offers a mixed view, so you can see what might work for you. It's, for me, a start.
I was starting to fear that tonight, or... today... was Christmas. So confused, so often, about some things.
Oh, now I may play Christmas music. I don't have to find Catholic choirs. But I will be looking to small church setting choirs. I will be going to an event to... this evening. So I will get to hear some Christmas music from a fine town choir personally too. But, for now, for here, for toni... this morning...
For me, celebrating Christmas in a church tends to be a question of extremes. Which means I either want to celebrate it in a place like St. Patrick's Cathedral in NYC* or Chartres Cathedral or something similar . . . or I want to celebrate it in as small a church as possible.
ReplyDelete(*a terrible situation for a Lutheran to admit. One of the admittedly small drawbacks of the Lutheran faith is that it doesn't easily lend itself to the construction of impressive classic churches.)
And for a completely different take on the season...I joined my pagan friends in their solstice celebration last night.
ReplyDeleteNo, not that. ;) Just fire performances and dancing to various musical groups and individuals at a local watering hole.
Poor Daisycat felt out of place. Overdressed, she thought. (Not really. The regulars were underdressed. We of the circus all costumed-up.) Trying to get her used to these people. She's warming by degrees...
We attended a swinging Christmas classics show on Thursday evening, and will attend my mom's church Christmas Eve.
@Desert Cat --- for some reason you had me thinking of a Monty Python bit where the British policemen are all dancing and chanting around an altar.
ReplyDeleteMichael,
ReplyDeleteThat I get. I once was Lutheran, if of the Missouri Synod sort. *sniff* (chuckles, the tease gets us both, and you are more likely to get it) When it's small, if the faces are all at least familiar and generally friendly, it's pleasant, like family. When it is huge there is the safety of anonymity, no matter how welcoming they try to make it. It's when you get both ice AND snow that arteries get clogged?
Desert Cat,
Good to see Daisy Cat coming around, in her due. She will never be where you are, she doesn't need. Her world is good, with one wild card - you. But she is managing her property and system, while maybe learning a few things? May not always sound like it, but I enjoy Daisy Cat greatly. I just know, which she won't ever like. Just like you, now. :)
Christian, pagan, atheist... matters little. If the spirit is there. It's better than being alone in all ways. Just be faithful to your understandings, perhaps plant a seed. Remember, I was them, off and on, before coming home. I will never judge those who can't quite yet see. It was people with strong faith that I met who... eventually... caused me to take that bet with God, the one I lost that saw me to my knees. I hope you all enjoyed.