Christmas day and it is grey and raining. The quiet hush of the electric fireplace and the soft glow of the christmas tree lights give the room ambiance. It is the moment before the rush, the pause before it is all over. As the day progresses there will be much paper rending, bow ripping and present admiring, and then with christmas wrap strewn across the room and the cat festooned in bows, it will be all over. There were hours spent in preparation, days spent in search and purchase and much money spent in general, for this to be over so quickly.
It is the anticipation that is the most gratifying; sitting with the cat at 3 am on the sofa, candles burning and all the packages stacked precariously under the tree and the hush of a dark night.
And Anticipation is what Christmas is about; the waiting for the advent of God on earth, the hoping for unification, salvation and meaning. Deep in the darkness of winter, there is a bright light, shinning in the wildness of our existence, gathering us, for this moment in time, together, under the banner of love.