waiting for the moment...

Christmas comes when it will for me. I can look at the calendar and see when it's scheduled, but that doesn't mean it will come--or when, if it comes at all. Because it's a spirit, you know. It's a soft and subtle feeling that wraps itself around your heart like a soft blanket of happiness.

Some years it waits until the last possible moment--like the year I worked at EIBrown and was still putting together an architectural proposal at midnight on Christmas Eve. Driving home later, with sputtering snowflakes falling and great tape loops of Christmas music to counteract the stillness, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had so much to be thankful for. So much to celebrate. So much merriment in my heart.

Still do.