“Love Came Down at Christmas” is a poem written by Christina Rossetti in 1885. She was the sister of one of the great Pre-Raphaelite painters, and a mystical poet; she also wrote “In the Bleak Midwinter.” She was a happy child,they say, but suffered from depression as an adult. She suffered from Graves’ Disease as well, and died of cancer, which I think was rare at the time.

Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign.

Worship we the Godhead,
Love incarnate, love divine;
Worship we our Jesus:
But wherewith for sacred sign?

Love shall be our token,
Love shall be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and to all men,
Love for plea and gift and sign.

I didn’t work at all today… well almost not at all. Just the live tweeting for the client’s I did a little housework, did some errands, finished up my Christmas shopping and planning, and did some intensive work on #2 daughter’s sweater. I made lunch for my son and my husband. I read a bit.

Tomorrow I have the kids’ music, Lessons and Carols in church, a meeting, and a party. Today was a chance not for a day off, so I took it. I felt a bit rebellious about doing so, but I have to have some time off sometime.

I read an essay today that I found interesting. It said that girls are born normal, have an episode of estrogen rush in the middle of life which causes us to want to take care of others, but then get back to normal after menopause and can go on with our lives. It’s an odd idea, that, but there may be some truth to it. Selfishness is of course not good, but maybe the degree of selflessness that goes with being a mom isn’t really sustainable.

I’m not sure I’m ready to accept that, but it’s something to think about.