Well, tomorrow I am off to a little part of New Zealand called Peel Forest with 12 relations for Christmas and New Years. We have rented out a camp there; it is solar powered and we are all crossing our fingers that the power will survive us. We are also crossing our fingers regarding the weather; as usual, one spends all December bragging about a summer Christmas, and then a few days before Christmas, it starts feeling like it's midwinter. For the last four days, it has been absolutely pelting down with rain and it's getting colder and colder. Ugh. The weatherman says it will clear up by Christmas Day but one never knows whether to trust the weatherman. As a writer in our newspaper said yesterday: 'It's summer! How do I know this? By the rain hitting my roof like a machine gun shooting six-inch nails.' I was downtown yesterday scurrying around the central city with an umbrella, and it was really quite amusing watching the poor tourists who have been inveigled here on the promise of a dream-like New Zealand summer on the beach.
Well, at the very least we are taking plenty of board games and reading matter with us, and (sigh) I have essays to write. And Christmas is Christmas. Bad weather won't get in the way of the best parts.
Regarding Christmas, this is a verse I've been thinking about quite a bit this year, from Isaiah 9, which is really quite applicable to Christmas: The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light. It's not much but I like it. Have a merry Christmas, everyone!