I dropped my parents off at the airport this morning, and now it’s back to work. In the ‘forward planning’ bit of my brain, I have long known that once they left, it would head down till Easter. And as if to underline the sudden rush of seasons, I found myself humming Christmas carols as the kettle boiled. Something noble and incarnational, you might ask– worthy in and out of season? Sadly no. All join in now…
Dashing through the snow (through the snow)
In a one horse open sleigh (‘pen sleigh)
O’er the fields we go (we go)
laughing all the way (ha, ha, ha).
Maybe I can rewind by looking for Advent poems this afternoon. I’m not quite ready to face more weighty matters yet.