Tonight we say good bye to the advent season and hello to Christmas and I'm bummed about it. This time of darkness and longing and crying out to God from a particularly dank time in American history, I mean, in my lifetime, has been 1000% what the doctor ordered and I'm not sure I'm ready to let go and get up off the floor, wash my face, brush my hair, and put the shoulder to the wheel when it feels so good to just stay on the ground and scream at God. But I guess that's whatchrismasisallablllpthhh blah blah the hope of rebirth, the presence of goodness and light in the midst of cow shit, the midwifery of a more just and peaceful world. Advent sorts out our priorities, boils us down until we're cried out on the floor, and then Christmas turns the lights on, stuffs us with food, surrounds us with loved ones, and sends us out into the new year to accomplish the Change We Wish To See™. Good bye, Advent, it's been fun sitting by the roadside, shaking a stick at pedestrians, and covering my face with ashes with you. See you next year, Lord willing and the creek don't rise. And by creek I mean Russia and be rise I mean nukes.














