So Christmas hath ended, passed away, disappeared into the ethers.
New Year’s approaches, wearing bells and jangles, but she’s still in the future.
We’re in between, kids.
We’re in between the Solstice and Christmas and Hanukkah and other shining holy-days.
We’re between births.
We’re between worlds.
We’re between 2017 and 2018.
These next maybe five or six days exist in limbo. An intermediate or transitional stage.
Even though the Christ child hath been born, we’re still waiting for those Wise Men to discover that a new consciousness is possible. To fathom what the baby means to us ordinary folks.
Even though it’s almost 2018, it’s not yet time to meet the new possibilities of another year.