Gustave Caillebotte, Rooftops under Snow, 1878

A Long Winter’s Nap

This is a short, yet profound meditation on Christmas that I’ve held onto since it appeared in the Editorial section of The New York Times last year.  It is, in my opinion, a beautifully inspired piece of writing:

Some years, the holidays seem to bustle right past, and you’re hurled into the new year — flung onward by the gravity of time — before you know it. There are also years, and this is one, when darkness seems to pile up in drifts as the nights grow longer and the day goes down into its burrow earlier and earlier.

Even at its highest, the sun reclines low along the horizon — resting on its elbow, so to speak — and you can feel the coming of dusk as soon as the day slips past noon. This season, Christmas is the pivot of time, when the sun comes to its solstice and we come, too, to a place where our hearts can rest.

What should we feel today on this new morning?

That is the question Christmas always poses. But our feelings know no “should.” We feel what we feel, as one after another the Christmases go past. Over the years, it adds up to a medley of all our emotions, joy, gratitude, compassion, generosity, love, hospitality — and sometimes also loneliness, mistrust, miserliness and even despair.

This is the season for rejoicing at the hope of our own redemption, and yet rejoicing doesn’t always arrive on schedule, any more than hope or redemption do. The fact is that we make what we can of Christmas each year, and some years Christmas makes something entirely unexpected out of us.

Breakfast will come late this morning because we were up, most of us, late into the eve of this holiday, savoring how festive the darkness can be. And before breakfast is long over and the first toy has been broken, the first tears dried, dusk will be gathering outside again. That is the unfailing gift of this season — to comfort us with so much nightfall, to gather us together, and hold us close.

From The New York Times Editorial Published: December 24, 2009. A version of this article also appeared in print on December 25, 2009, on page A30 of the New York edition.

Pictured: Gustave Caillebotte, Rooftops under Snow, 1878


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Ron Starbuckreply
December 22, 2010 at 8:05 pm

I really like this piece too Luke,do you know who wrote it?

Luke Stormsreply
December 29, 2010 at 5:53 pm
– In reply to: Ron Starbuck

Hello Ron,

Oddly, I cannot find the authors name for this piece anywhere, which is really unfortunate. I would really like to explore more writing by them because this piece is really exceptional.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, Ron.

most warm regards,


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