The cookies are baked, the gifts are wrapped, our tree is brightly lit. Christmas is just around the corner. I'm putting the finishing touches on a secret Christmas project for family members who shall not be named (but of which you will hear about later because I'm really quite proud of it).
And yet in spite of all of that, I'm feeling like the first few verses and refrains of the song "Where are you Christmas?" Christmas just isn't Christmas this year. At least not yet... I'm holding out hope that things will change and tomorrow night when we get together with my grandparents and I sing for Midnight Mass, everything will feel more joyful and alive. There's supposed to be such a thing as miracles, right?
Christmas must be here somewhere. I guess I just haven't found it yet.