In middle school, I listened exclusively
To Christian radio. That meant, from Thanksgiving
To Christmas: all carols, all the time.
And every fourth one was “O Holy Night.”
To this day, I have a visceral reaction that that song.
And I grow grumpy that we spend somewhere around
A twelfth of our Sunday worship
On the small repertoire of Christmas classics.
“Look! A little baby!”
Great.
Whatever.
So it has surprised me,
Full of antipathy for those few overplayed songs,
To find several friends who love Christmas.
Except, I’ve learned, it’s not Christmas, that day of celebration
(And, usually, some dashed expectations).
It’s Advent, season of longing.
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