It’s no secret I love Christmas. I love Advent calendars, reindeer, one horse open sleighs, the colors red and green, beards, and evergreen trees almost as much as I liked laser tag and Michael Jackson in the ‘90s. Without fail though, at the end of every year I feel a sense of sadness when the season’s finally over. (It’s not because I didn’t get a Red Ryder BB gun either.) What I miss is that feeling of expectation in the weeks leading up to the big day; I miss the feeling of one year’s ending in exchange for another; I miss the quiet mystery I felt when I walked cold streets lined with sparkling lights; I miss my daughter’s hourly inquiry about the days left until Christmas; and I miss the sense of expectation, the not yet time of Advent. Come, this Sunday, and let us discuss the joys of waiting, and the mysteries yet to come.
Music: Karen Zuidema