Anticipating

I’m anticipating...

I’m anticipating eating too much...

drinking too much eggnog...

and complaining about the weight I gain.

I’m anticipating...

cleaning the gutters...

and putting up the lights...

and running four times to the store to buy spare bulbs.

I’m anticipating...

cutting down a Christmas tree...

and dragging needles through the house...

and pulling out the old decorations (25% will be broken).

I’m anticipating going enthusiastically to buy special somethings for special someones...

and getting frustrated with traffic and crowds and prices.

I’m anticipating...

I’m anticipating...

I’m anticipating special times of prayer, and sharing once again the wonder of the nativity and the joy of knowing...

that I love this season where the creator of the universe crept into the world through the womb of a young woman, and set the world right.