Every morning when he see the snowman holding the countdown blocks, he says, "Mommy, look at what it says today!" Even though he only knows "0", "1", and "2". I respond (every day), "Yep, we are one day closer!"
The tree has been trimmed. The halls have been decked. The St. Nicholas cookies have been baked (but not frosted as the frosting has mysteriously disappeared: frowny-face).
And everyday Danny sings:
"Jingle bells,
jingle bells,
jingle all the way.
It's so much fun
to ride in a one-horse
o-o-open slave"
I was also informed last week that (poor me) Santa does not bring presents to grown-ups.
Scene: Driving to swim at 7:00am in the pouring down rain, worn out windshield wipers that drag across the glass like nails on a chalk board, said wipers turned on lowest setting to calm my sleepy nerves, running into the median that was invisible in the wee hour of the morning rain because wipers were not at max power.
Me: (spoken through clenched teeth) Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is a new set of windshield wipers!
Danny: (spoken softly from the back seat of the van) Ummmm, Mama, Santa doesn't bring presents to grown-ups. Sorry.
Just my luck.
This is real life in the Davis family. Not a perfect Advent by any means, but Christmas will come, regardless of our not-so-perfect waiting, bringing our Savior. The waiting this year is real, we wait in joyful hope of many things, but most especially for the hope of heaven.
Come, Lord Jesus.
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