Advent and I have a tenuous relationship. Basically, I love to put up Christmas decorations before Christmas, and Advent makes me feel guilty for doing so.
And by Advent, I mean, my pastor. And my brother-in-law. And all you other pious Advent purists. (FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S GOOD, HOW DO YOU DO IT?!)
It goes like this: Every year I promise to be faithful to Advent. I vow not to cheat on it by listening to painful Mariah Carey carols (All I want for Christmas is youuUUUuuUUUuuUUU) or sending out Christmas cards before it’s actually Christmas.
And yet somehow every year I also find myself breaking up with Advent amidst tears and sobs and broken promises because I just can’t do it. And that’s not even touching on the amount of time I lay in bed eating ice cream and feeling sad and guilty and ashamed that I can’t just be true to Advent.
So I’ve come up with a new plan that should pretty much ensure that Advent and I will have a long, healthy relationship, whole and pure, until death parts us: I’m simply going to start re-naming things.
Ex: I’m not putting up Christmas decorations. I’m putting up winter decorations.
Ex: I’m not listening to Christmas music. I’m listening to seasonal music.
Ex: I’m not Christmas shopping. I’m . . . Advent shopping.
See how this works? Everyone wins! I can still be penitent and contemplative and reflective with Advent while maintaining a completely innocent friendship with Christmas.
I mean, winter . . . time.