Can't complain too much --- I've had no lights to turn on or off this year other than those that ordinarily burn. But it does seem odd to dismantle physical reminders of the holiday at a time, headed into a new year and a predicted winter storm, when we need to be working on strategies to carry its messages forward.
I shared Howard Thurman's brief poem "The Work of Christmas" (above) on Facebook the other day after it popped up as a memory. The graphic is something I did a few years ago. It bears repeating.