December is a time for reflection, as the old year comes to an end, and we look towards the new one.
For many of us there have been times of deep sadness, as well as glorious flashes of joy.
Sometimes it is enough to say 'I may not have got far, but at least I am moving in the right direction'
And sometimes it is important to stop focussing on our own struggles, and encourage and help somebody else.
I'm not sure why, but the three creatures travelling together on this month's calendar picture reminded me of the Journey of the Magi. Here's TSEliot's poem, written a hundred years ago
A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arriving at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.
There must have been moments when they wondered if it was all worth it...but in the end, I am sure they knew it was
Here is Santa, setting off at 10am to go to the Little Acorns Toddler Group. I was driving, as it was safer- he had his wellies on, and also he was wearing his 'computer glasses' which are fine for screen work, but no good for distance or driving. I turned into the road to Foulsham, the village where our chapel is. "Road Ahead Closed" said the sign. 
