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tradition, adulthood, faith
Dec. 25th, 2004 03:45 amOf course, I didn't inted to stay out till 3:30 on christmas morning. It's not my bag, really. But I did have to go.
MCS was my first official day-of-christmas party this year. There wouldn't be time later in the day anyway. Good to see everyone, especially Josh G and Mark, both of whom I probably haven't seen in a year.
In about 6 hours I'll be opening gifts.
Christmas, while it hasn't arrived per say, is very close. I would say the period from 10pm on the 24th to 10am on the 25th forms the true heart of the holiday. The evening service this year was packed and very good as always.
Every year between coming home from church and going to sleep I try to find the thrill of the wait somewhere in me again. When I was little December was a month of agony, as the knot of anticipation in my gut pulled tighter and tighter until christmas morning. As I grew older it lessened in duration and intensity, I noticed and was sad. I try to find it still but it gets harder every year.
The house always smells different on christmas day. Not in the pine needles and family sense. But on the actual morning of, something changes. I can't explain it. It's like the glow of a blessing, or the smell of a song.
I can't wait.
MCS was my first official day-of-christmas party this year. There wouldn't be time later in the day anyway. Good to see everyone, especially Josh G and Mark, both of whom I probably haven't seen in a year.
In about 6 hours I'll be opening gifts.
Christmas, while it hasn't arrived per say, is very close. I would say the period from 10pm on the 24th to 10am on the 25th forms the true heart of the holiday. The evening service this year was packed and very good as always.
Every year between coming home from church and going to sleep I try to find the thrill of the wait somewhere in me again. When I was little December was a month of agony, as the knot of anticipation in my gut pulled tighter and tighter until christmas morning. As I grew older it lessened in duration and intensity, I noticed and was sad. I try to find it still but it gets harder every year.
The house always smells different on christmas day. Not in the pine needles and family sense. But on the actual morning of, something changes. I can't explain it. It's like the glow of a blessing, or the smell of a song.
I can't wait.
