Tis the season to be snowed under by trite pieces about the meaning of Christmas. I ll try not to be too trite, but here are some thoughts on the meaning of Christmas. Four days past the solstice, the sun is low, and soon sets.
Night is long, and light is brief.
Fields are bare, and roads are icy. Wind keens round the eaves. Yet at Christmas we are past the solstice. Sunlight will strengthen day by day. Warmth and light will grow.