Why doesn't it feel more like Christmas around here? I've been pondering possible reasons:too much rain and not enough snow;
too much Mozart and not enough Handel;
too much flannel and not enough velvet;
too much purple and not enough red;
too much toast and not enough cookies;
too much thinking and not enough singing.
And why haven't the Three Kings made it off the window sill of my bathroom? Why isn't my home filled with the scent of balsam? Why do I feel like I'm waiting for something? Oh, right. Because I am.
Why should it feel more like Christmas around here? It's only the third week of Advent and the season is still pregnant with meaning.
