IT’S NO WONDER WE’VE ALL BEEN INCHING CLOSER to a prostrate position lately, with days shrinking steadily like the water level in a leaky pail. But take heed: The hole in the bucket’s been mended; happy solstice! Get up off the floor and do a little dance, won’t you? Brighter days lie just ahead. Somebody go tell Andre Jordan, and also tell the poor gnome. It’s not the first rough Christmas the downsized guy has had, you know.