Hope in the Waiting

by Nancy Kay Grace

As a child, I remember my eagerness of waiting for Christmas. My parents put up the live tree late in the month. Glass ornaments and thin strands of crinkly tinsel hung on the branches; the pine scent filled the air. Mom covered the front door with shiny gold wrapping paper and attached a bow, making it look like a huge present. Nothing fancy, but Christmas was coming. The few presents under the tree tempted me to shake and rattle them when no one was looking.

I waited for Christmas, marking off each day on the calendar. It seemed like forever.

Advent is a time of anticipation and waiting with hope.

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