December is here. The mercat is filled with poinsettias, garlands and lights. Passeig de Gràcia is ablaze with decorations. And our own little tree is shining, hilariously filled with plastic army men this year. Thank you, Toy Story.
We lit the first candle yesterday, and sang O Come, O Come Emmanuel at the top of our voices.
I allowed Silas to light the candle. He asked me later if he could keep the burned out match so he’d always remember the first time he lit a fire.
I let him know he’d have to just remember it in his heart.
Boys and fire.
We’re also starting a new tradition this year of singing a carol before dinner. I’m not sure how else to get some of those good words down their souls.
And after they were all tucked in bed, I sat down again and lit the candle myself. It is my personal Christmas tradition to sit alone in the quiet and read slowly through Voskamp’s The Greatest Gift every December.
The advent is a marvel. I love taking a season to drink in the wonder of God becoming flesh.
Welcome, December. We’re glad you’re here.