… I come back here.
I didn’t realize it, actually, until a nagging half-memory made me search some past posts. Every year the rest of the vaguely Christian world — largely made up of people who couldn’t even quote you one verse out of the King James Version correctly, or name one figure in Church history, but believe Christianity means you try to be nice and decorate a good stout stand-in for the World Tree and celebrate a Mithraic parturition — drown themselves in the auditory equivalent of Jell-O and itching powder.
In my hemisphere, at least, the tired and battered earth is supposed to rest about now.
I slam all the doors, shove chairs under the knobs and listen to this.