Christmas!

Fog! It's fog season, which I love, as well as Christmas Season started, I suppose with the close of Thanksgiving Day at sunset last evening when, evidently, the Christmas lights were switched on in Oaks by the Bay Park next door. It isn't "next door" of course, there's no door there, it's adjacent to Harbour Village.

Fog season comes 'round every year about this time, with Holiday Season, as in "happy holidays!" Holiday season includes Thanksgiving Week, which begins the Friday before Thanksgiving Day and ends Jewishly with sunset on the Fourth Thursday in November - - this is my decision based on the Christmas lights going on in Oaks by the Bay Park, work your holiday season as pleases you, mine is NOYB. Christmas season thus starts at sunset on Thanksgiving Day and goes as long as we can stretch it, secularly until New Years Eve I suppose, or whenever the local school district resumes classes after the holidays. There is Kwanzaa, holiday of the African Diaspora, Chanukah for Jews, for Pagans and Wiccans the Winter Solstice commemorates the rebirth of the Sun. Our Christian holiday goes ecclesiastically until 12th Night, which is Epiphany, January 6th.

But oh hey, you forgot Advent. Indeed no I did not forget Advent, the hell with Advent, which is meant to warn and frighten me with signs and stories of the world coming to an end, experience and memories of hurricane desolation, fear and anger, and now pandemic heralding the end of People. No. Sunday, which the weatherman says will be a washout of drenching downpour, the church will likely be vested in blue, another story for another blogpost, but heart and mind and soul and strength will be red and green for Christmas, Christ coming NOW in heart, mind and spirit (and put your Christmas tree up!) instead of in some illusive theological eschatological Day of the Lord Mystery of Faith; and I will be humming "O come, all ye faithful!"

Today's start of the Christmas Season is brought to me by the letters B and X and the number 54.