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The Season...

It's odd, sometimes, to realize how old I've gotten, how many people I've known and loved who are now dead, how much time has gone by, and how many years I've seen die in winter. I'm jaded and tired, frustrated with all the shopping I didn't get around to, all the prep and the killing off of all the well-meant intensions, and all the missed expectations.

And then, last night, the snow started to fall, and the world, this morning, is pure white and the snow is still coming down even, fine, and powdery dry. Jet is so excited for the whole thing, that it makes me smile every time I see him. His wonder, when he was talking to a teacher about how the Christmas tree had nothing under it and suddenly, in the last week, the presents suddenly piled up and are now overfilling the area under the tree. How much actual fun he had spending his own money on presents for just a special few people. He went over all his toys and book and picked out what he didn't need anymore in order to give them away to other kids.

He understands this season better than I do. That it speaks of hope and new beginnings, of resting to begin anew, of cleaning out what is no longer necessary and making way for what is to come.

I hope I learn the lesson.
One of the things that I've been noticing over the last few years is how much I would like to have an actual Advent season. You know, three to four weeks of quietness and contemplation before beginning Christmas, which is after all supposed to start on December 25th and last through Epiphany.

But there's no room for Advent... at least, not in my life, and not in the way the western world in general seems to be doing things. There are finals and Christmas shopping and getting ready to travel and there's always a push at work to wrap up something before the holidays. Advent gets drowned in a surge of busy-ness, and so I come to Christmas tired and vexed.

That's not the way it's meant to be. We're given these seasons of preparation for a reason, and I'm becoming more and more convinced that it's spiritually unhealthy to skip them. Somehow we need to find a way to take back Advent, but I'm kind of stymied on how we do that.
Well... we often have a breather just before The Day, since all of our family is far enough away that everything has to be mailed to get there in time. And we get to go do a few things like the Botanical Gardens, and there's always the Christmas Eve services...

But it's not all of Advent, certainly. This year, Jet got an Advent wreath at the beginning of Advent and we've taken the time to light the candles each Sunday.

I'm pretty sure that any solution isn't going to be for the whole world... but for our little corner, if I can concentrate on how Jet goes about things, maybe I'll figure it out... *laughs*
That made me smile. I'm glad someone still knows what Christmas is all about. I to wish I didn't feel jaded by the season too.
Yeah... Jet helps immensely. *laughs*

I'm glad this could make you smile! yay!
That makes sense. There's a reason three different people at our church call him the little Buddha. *laughs*

You're welcome to the lump. I get it when I see him.

I'll pass along the hugs gladly!
Jet is such a warm and sweet boy. I hope he never grows out of it.
I hope he keeps reminding me of how I want to be. It's such a useful thing for me.

*beams* Thank you!