Last evening after work, six friends and I removed the Christmas decorations from our church. The weeks of Advent had gone by quickly. It seems as if it was only a couple of weeks ago when we were busy putting up the tree and wreaths. The putting-up is always filled with anticipation and excitement, while the taking-down seems to lack the same spirit of merriment. Despite the somewhat-sadness of putting everything away, my six friends and I took on our tasks with gusto and good humor. Before you knew it, we were done and Mark and Gloria were asking us to their home for hot beef sandwiches. A quick stop at the grocery store rounded out our meal. We sat around the kitchen table for nearly two hours, catching up on life, telling funny stories and reveling in the familiarity of long-time friends, while feasting on our delicious meal. Mark and his brother have assumed the task from their late grandmother of making fruitcake, so we all had at least one delicious slice after dinner. How fruitcake has gotten such a bad reputation, I'll never know, for the fruitcake that Mark and his brother made was moist and sweet and chocked full of nuts, candied fruit and flavor. Granted, our celebration tonight may not have held the same sense of awe that preparing for Christmas brings, but it did hold a great deal of joy for these un-decorators.
Friday, January 4, 2013
The Un-Decorators
Last evening after work, six friends and I removed the Christmas decorations from our church. The weeks of Advent had gone by quickly. It seems as if it was only a couple of weeks ago when we were busy putting up the tree and wreaths. The putting-up is always filled with anticipation and excitement, while the taking-down seems to lack the same spirit of merriment. Despite the somewhat-sadness of putting everything away, my six friends and I took on our tasks with gusto and good humor. Before you knew it, we were done and Mark and Gloria were asking us to their home for hot beef sandwiches. A quick stop at the grocery store rounded out our meal. We sat around the kitchen table for nearly two hours, catching up on life, telling funny stories and reveling in the familiarity of long-time friends, while feasting on our delicious meal. Mark and his brother have assumed the task from their late grandmother of making fruitcake, so we all had at least one delicious slice after dinner. How fruitcake has gotten such a bad reputation, I'll never know, for the fruitcake that Mark and his brother made was moist and sweet and chocked full of nuts, candied fruit and flavor. Granted, our celebration tonight may not have held the same sense of awe that preparing for Christmas brings, but it did hold a great deal of joy for these un-decorators.
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