I don’t want to fail Advent this year

There’s been a lot of other stuff going on. I’m getting over the pre-Black-Friday craziness that goes along with my writing job, and I’m hoping that things stay calm as Christmas approaches. (OK, I can hope!)

We’ve got another year of “every piece of music until the Communion Song is new or almost-new” (things that were new last year in Advent count as almost-new, as singing them for only 4 weeks and then not all the rest of the year does not get you familiar with a song). That’s frustrating and discouraging. And people can’t sing along.

I’ve had some health concerns, which will be resolved soon. Gotta get through Christmas first, though. Nothing to get too worried about, unless you’re me, because I’m a professional worrier.

So I did dig through the Christmas Closet in the basement. I have a weird closet in there. It’s about 3 feet wide and 18 inches deep. I keep all the Rubbermaid tubs full of Christmas decorations in there, as well as Christmas wrapping paper. Nothing else would fit in there anyway, and this works well for me. Anyway, I found the Advent wreath, candles, and Nativity. That’s all I need for tomorrow.

But usually I overachieve a little more during Advent. Usually I make the Advent paper chain, although looking back at last year, I didn’t get that done then either. I think the kids missed it. I don’t know if I have any purple paper. If not, maybe I’ll just have to write with pink and purple marker on white paper and call it a day.

It’s going to be a weird Advent. I’ll only be singing one Sunday out of 4; this week we are “off” due to other folk-group members’ vacation and work schedules. Next week is Big Brother’s Eagle Scout ceremony, and I won’t be able to sing at noon Mass and prepare for a 2:00 ceremony. So early Mass it is next week. Same for the last Sunday of Advent, which is our Greccio celebration with the Secular Franciscans. I’m going to need to be there earlier than a noon Mass would let me get there.

Now if only my kids would behave themselves around the candles, it’ll be all good. I’m not betting on that, though. And I’m not looking forward to the fights over who gets to light (and blow out) the candles. Maybe I’ll let the kids have a week at a time.

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