Today, one candle was lit in the Advent wreath. The sermon was about impatience in this season of waiting. I couldn't resist taking the Old Santas out of their hibernation. They have made a yearly appearance since D was a little boy.
We have our wreath on the front door and a Welcome wreath, with two snowmen, on our kitchen door. I feel this year I have room to breathe, finally!
L and her Sunday school mates are shopping for presents for a family not fortunate enough to buy their own. Near disaster was averted, however, when it was revealed that one of them is still expecting Santa to pay a visit on Christmas Eve!
I'm looking forward to all of it this year. I'm impatient to begin!