Cracked
Grace
Anticipation
Anticipation.
Memory awakes from its slumber as I ponder
Christmas Eves past . . .
My final peek at the tree at the bottom of the
stairs
Before I made a weary climb to blessed rest.
Anticipation.
It’s missing this Christmas Eve
With no small children underfoot
Bursting with anticipation
Wondering what they’d find beneath that tree
After their busy morning feet raced
downstairs.
Anticipation.
Wistful, longing, wanting what’s not here.
In doing so, I forget that
I create anticipation.
I can make my own this quiet Christmas Eve.
Anticipation.
Bread baking later today
Its scent wafting from the kitchen and through the house.
Waking tomorrow morning, knowing my family is
safe.
Telephone calls, merry laughs.
Sharing food and baby laughter later in the
day.
Anticipation.
What can I create to bring the joy of
Anticipation to this Christmas Eve
And every eve?
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