But the truth is, I’m failing at Advent this year, and it’s not the first time.
I wanted to buy all the Christmas gifts in November, so I could concentrate on Advent in December, but the stars (read money) did not align. So I’ve got that hanging over my head.
While I managed to buy a chocolate calendar (not my preferred kind of calendar for Advent, but definitely Lorelei’s) we open it in spurts because we forget.
St. Nicholas came a day late.
We haven’t been able to locate the box containing the Jesse Tree ornaments and the Advent Wreath, which is probably just as well, since that would give me more things to feel guilty about not doing.
Family commitments have meant we have already missed some of the Christmas events around town that we enjoy participating in at this time of year, and I foresee that this trend will continue.
The orange lights in the family room came down and white ones went up (thank you, Lorelei) but less-than-fresh mini-pumpkins and oddly-shaped gourds still festoon the mantel.
Do I need to mention the house is a mess, or could you have surmised that already?
I’m listening to my Spotify Advent playlists, so there’s that.
But otherwise, this is one of those years where “we observe Advent” is just a good excuse for why we are the only house on the block that isn’t already decorated for Christmas.
When this happens (yes, this is not the first time), I tell myself that there’s always next year. But once you’ve reached that point in your life when you realize there are almost certainly fewer Advents ahead of you than there are behind you, doing it right takes on more urgency and “there’s always next year,” rings a little hollow.