Isaiah The pregnant Virgin John the Baptist
Quieter, contemplative, mixed with the early darkness and the silent chill of December dusk. It is a time suited best to echoes. Focused not on possession but on expectation. John the Baptist. The prophecies of Isaiah. The old responsory Aspiciens a longe, Gazing from afar... And Rorate caeli..."Shower down, O heavens, from above and let the clouds pour forth the Just One; let the earth be opened and blossom forth a Savior."
The Advent wreath, one light lit each week --a gift, like the Christmas tree, from the Germans.
I was always much more of an Advent Christian than an Easter Christian. All this matches, and has always matched, a deep corner in my Northern soul.