Today was (a) the most anti-climactic apocalypse in the history of cataclysmic events, and (b) the winter solstice. The winter solstice is the point when the sun, which has been gradually descending in the sky, appears to reach its lowest point, stand still and reverse course. It is the day of the year when we have the shortest period of daylight and the longest period of darkness.
And, of course, as I hope I may never tire of pointing out, the solstices -- and indeed, the equinoxes -- are full of spiritual significance. The winter solstice coincides with Christmas, when the Light of the World enters the world and the days begin to lengthen. The summer solstice, when the days begin to shorten, coincides with the Nativity of John the Baptist, who said that he must decrease while the Savior increased. The vernal equinox coincides with the Feast of the Annunciation, the beginning of the end of the winter of Satan's reign. It also coincides with Easter, which marks the decisive defeat of Hell, and takes place on the first Sunday on or after the first full moon on or after the equinox (say that one five times fast). There are no huge feasts that coincide with the autumnal equinox; my own theory on that (and it's only my opinion) is that, since it coincides with the time for harvest, it stands for the harvest of souls at the End of Time.
Which, notwithstanding the Mayans, was apparently not scheduled for today. But it is scheduled, and every day we draw closer to it. That is part of the real significance of Christmas: the foreshadowing of Christ's Second Coming. Are we ready for it?