It’s nearing Christmas, but doesn’t feel like it this year. Struggling to feel like it’s Advent, let alone Christmastime.

Christina Rossetti’s “Advent”:

Earth grown old, yet still so green,
Deep beneath her crust of cold
Nurses fire unfelt, unseen:
Earth grown old.

We who live are quickly told:
Millions more lie hid between
Inner swathings of her fold.

When will fire break up her screen?
When will life burst thro’ her mould?
Earth, earth, earth, thy cold is keen,
Earth grown old.