O Come, Thou Long Expected

My hands toss into the air along with exasperated sighs and harsh words of frustration.  Another strand of lights is only half working, when minutes before all had been working.  I circle the tree like a Maypole without all the fun, undoing what I’d just spent twenty minutes doing when the lights spring back to life, and another strand suddenly goes dark.  I look out the window and notice my neighbor’s tree, perfectly lit, as if posing for a typical Norman Rockwell portrait. Despite my Pinterest ambitions, my tree always manages to resemble Charlie Brown’s before the rest of the Peanuts magically transformed it.  Once again, my imaginings of an idyllic Christmas are fading, and I haven’t finished the leftover Thanksgiving turkey.879c604ba638f21f4de376cbad260785 Continue reading “O Come, Thou Long Expected”