#christmastide

[joanofarcs-stigmata]

a Christmastide prayer to the Divine Infant Jesus

Most Holy Infant Jesus, I come before You to marvel at Your fragility and strength. So small are Your fingers, with Your chubby cheeks and wisps of hair still wet with blood of Your mother. You cry as Your foster father wipes the red from Your eyes, and suckle on Your mother’s breast. The first touch You know is loving, just as You are loving, but the world You were born to save is not loving. It is cold and dark, with no love for the poor or the widow. The unhoused, the unwanted, and the needy reach out and are met with empty hands. Divine Infant, Beloved Jesus, You in Your holiness were born into poverty, without even a crib to lay your head. Teach this word to be great in spirit and poor in apathy, that the Kingdom of Heaven may reign on Earth. 

Adorable Infant Jesus, most worth of praise, I believe in Your promise of peace, blessings, and freedom from despair. I place every need and care in Your hands. Child King of Heaven and Earth, You chose to be born in the most simple and meek form possible, a human infant; I believe in Your promise of peace; teach us to be meek, that we may enter the Kingdom of Heaven and have the blessing to hold You to our chest. Teach us to be merciful, that we may obtain mercy. Teach us to be peacemakers, that we may be called children of God.

Sweetest Infant Jesus, may I always trust in Your generous mercy and love. Blessed be You and the Lord and Spirit of all. Amen

[catholicpriestmedia]

"Teacher of children became himself a child among children, that he might instruct the unwise. The Bread of heaven came down to earth to feed the hungry." - #SaintCyrilofJerusalem #Christmastide

📷Gold Chalice / © MariuszSzczygiel / #GettyImages. #Catholic_Priest #CatholicPriestMedia #Christmas

[write-as-rains]

Is your Christmastide shining bright

Yuletide’s burning log or candles burning

in the dark

Heavy and smoky

the last connection at an old

town bar

[plenilune]

hello boys, it's been a bleak and deranged week here at the Haus of Crowe (really brutal stretch of retail, dog illness the dog immediately forgot ever happened (he is fine), sudden travel to funeral for my aunt's incredible and beloved wife that my parents NEGLECTED TO TELL ME THE DATE OF so I found out at ten pm the night before and was on a Greyhound approximately eight fucking hours later, even more brutal retail). but it's Christmas now and I really hope I get a wish or some ghosts or some shit. I'm so fucking tired and sad. but it's Christmas and I love Christmas. Corey is making chicken and roasted potatoes with lots of lemon and garlic right now, and playing jazz (the music of Cooking), and the tree is aglow, and my little desk crystal lamp is aglow, and I've just finished a lightly difficult piece of Sekrit Crafting, and I love you.

also maybe I'll post some photos later with a little more of the story but my bus home from Cyn's funeral was at 4am the day after the service, and I didn't want to crash with either my sister or my dad and have to deal with someone grumpily taking me to the Greyound station in the middle of the night, so I went looking for a late Philly bar to kill most of that time safe from the cold, preferably a divey queer one, and accidentally ended up in a red-lit leatherfag bar with a fetish basement (only open on weekends), where gay men of multiple generations looked out for me when I almost fell asleep at the bar, and talked to me about 80s noise and industrial music, and wordplay, and families, and problems with cis men (thanks, other transmasc), and bought me gin and tonics, and recommended the 24 hour fried chicken joint a few blocks out to stay warm in and get a nice little meal as a safe place to switch over to once the bar closed, and listened to me yell in grief and anger about my beautiful butch aunt Cynthia, dead at sixty (how was she sixty? she didn't look sixty), and let me play them numbers stations for some fucking reason, and it was the kindest most perfect place I could have possibly landed.

merry crisis, bitches. and everything else afoot this time of year. whatever revels you revel, revel them well. <3

[pagan-stitches]

It looks like I have an excellent reason to make some wassail for Old Twelfth Night!!! Airmail 👏 airmail 👏 airmail 👏!!!!! Isn’t it fucking adorable!!! Thanks, Alana, sweetie!! Too perfect.

@msgraveyarddirt

[mattsmemes]

[jacksproject2025]

Midnight Mass imminent. ✝️

[slastena-shipper]

Mother Winter has come~

Open the gates! ~

Yuletide has come!~

Carols have come!❄❤💙🎀~

With the Offensive Christmas, I love this time, only this time I will give the kids treats and money, eh, childhood has passed, but the traditions remain ųwų ✨

Congratulations to everyone involved✨

[emvidal]

The love of things invisible.

[crinkledmap]

Christmas actually *starts* on the 25th and goes until the 6th. That's the 12 days of Christmas, or Christmastide. So yeah- keep doing what you're (not) doing! It's Christmas for 12 freaking days! Celebrate making it through the darkest part of the year by hanging with kin, drinking mead 🍻, or laying around like a yule log 🪵

Eugene gets me

[biblebloodhound]

The Holy Name of Jesus (Luke 2:15-21)

Faith is always followed by obedience.

Orthodox depiction of the circumcision and naming of Jesus When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us.” So they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph and the child lying in the manger. When they saw this, they made known what had been told them…

[catholicpriestmedia]

"For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but have eternal life." - #GospelofJohn 3:16 #ChristmasOctave #Christmastide

📷 Mary and Jesus / © Kara Gebhardt via #GettyImages. #Catholic_Priest #CatholicPriestMedia #Christmas2024

[pilgrimjim]

Happy or Not, the New Year is What God Has to Work With

Happy New Year! The evils of the coming days will be phenomenal and accidental. Though they will hurt, they will never be quite solid or real or enduring in the way that the Love, Justice and Mercy of God are, now and forever.

I have been writing New Year’s Eve posts since I started this blog in 2014, reflecting on time and change, endings and beginnings, hope and dread, impermanence and possibility. If you are curious about the workings of hope in the best of times and the worst of times, follow the links in my post on the last day of 2023. But let me say a few things here and now. On the eve of 2025, many Americans…

[ladysparrow01]

So, my brother got me the Marrying Mr Darcy card game for Christmas.

Let me tell you, the wall of sound that went up when he managed to secure Darcy's proposal!!! It was like he had won the lottery.

This was closely rivaled by the sheer riot that ensued earlier when my mum pulled the Surprise Proposal card. (Alas, she was playing as Georgiana and could not accept.)

And the reveal that my dad had been silently sweating for most of the game because Bingley had been in London.

Meanwhile, my sister was quietly collecting enough cards to go first in the Marriage round and snagged Dennys without so much as batting an eye.

If you ever get the chance to play this game, I highly recommend it.

[odinson-dottirteatarots]

December offers.

[cindycintn]

Crunch Time for Holiday Crafting – What To Do?

Frantically trying to finish handmade Christmas gifts? You have options! Finish, Don't Finish, or think "Christmastide"! #knitting #handmadegifts #Christmascrafting

Finish, Don’t Finish, or….Another Option? You’re knitting or crocheting a special gift for a special person in your life…and it’s a mere days (or hours) before Christmas, and you’re not even close to finishing. What to do? Friends, do not fret! You have options. Option 1– Suck it Up and Finish the Thing. This is by far the most unpleasant option for holiday knitters, but it may be what you need…