Musing on first night of Advent around here. Regifting.
Last night the family gathered in the red room.
That’s where we sit to talk of important things. Last night it was the first Sunday of Advent.
I was the last one to arrive.
The candle was already lighted. This was surprising since I had not heard screaming and yelling — as in a fight erupting over who would light the candle.
First off..Hubby said something biblical. We talked about it. Then I thought it would be fun to add
a question
this year.
Each night one person gets to think of “the question”. Last night’s question.
“What’s your most memorable Christmas gift ever?”
My teenager said his Playstation. This was such a surprise because for years I swore he would never get one.
The younger children both said the dog…
Husband going downstairs as a child to see a go-cart waiting.
And then me.
I can never think of my favorite gift.
What in the heck’s my problem?
This question always gets me. And funny thing is I can’t even come close to answering it. I guess might say the kitten hubby gave me our second Christmas. Though it really was like our first Christmas. Since on our first Christmas, we’d been married seven days.
This question is bothering me almost as much as the dream I had last night. And one I had less than a week ago. I wonder if the root of the bothersome favorite gift question is the root of those bothersome dreams?
Other than that….Advent was great.
