In joyful waiting

Okay, week three of Advent - the time of year when all the priests man up and wear pink!

So, the spot in the garage is clean and empty, I'm making sure it stays that way, the sale is advertised, it's Wednesday, and Canadian Tire opens Thursday at nine.  I have to work, so I can't go until lunch.  I'm excited to finally fill this space in the garage with the most manly of toys... er, I mean tools, it's almost here... I can smell the oil of the compressor pump, and hear it roar when I plug it.  The sale is almost here.  I feel like... well like a kid on Christmas morning, who knows he's getting a Nintendo (Christmas, 1989).  That's the joy of Advent... Christmas is almost here, and we are about to celebrate the greatest gift, the amazing moment, and the incredible sacrifices.  Even if we aren't believers, we are celebrating love, which is the greatest thing we have, and most of us take the time to show it through charity, which is so much an expression of love the two are practically synonyms.  The joy of waiting is so awesome it makes you wanna dance around like you have to pee.

That feeling is Gaudete Sunday.

*NB - the brevity of today's post is in response to my friend Aibert, who as far as I know may be the only reader, and mentioned that he wished there was a summary of my posts so he had time to read them.  Here ya go Aib!  Thanks for the feedback.