When we were little, my parents were adamant that no Christmas decorations other than the candles in the windows could appear in our house until after we children went to bed on Christmas Eve.
The other exception was the creche. Stable and manger took their place, empty, in the living room on the first Sunday of Advent, and each night until Christmas we were allowed to place a piece of straw in the stable if we could name a good deed we had done that day. (I tried this with my own children and it went well until the year I woke up Christmas morning and couldn't remember where I'd placed the Baby Jesus for safekeeping, but that's a story for another day.)
Today I want to clear away all the grown-up distractions of December and find my way back to that simple, childlike understanding of Advent.
It's about waiting in hope for Jesus. It's about preparing a place while we wait.
Come, Lord Jesus!
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