The truth is I have NO idea what we're doing for our Advent this year.
All I know, is that I want a real Christmas, not a magical one. I want meaning, and hearts filled, and true Christmas spirit... and less stress.
We're lighting our first candle to signify hope.
Let us hold resolutely to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful.
People are not faithful, but He is.
That's my Advent plan, to prepare my heart for him.
But then, there's my kids. Just because I'm a bitter old hag doesn't mean we can't have ANY Christmas magic. I don't want Mae to have the youngest child syndrome where she doesn't get to experience anything just because I've already done this for 10 years.
So I need balance. I need this simplicity balance, but also to fill the kids' heads with Christmas wonder. That's what I struggle to do. I asked Mae last night if she knew what Santa does and she scrunched up her nose and said, "Brings me presents!?"
Yes, this year will be magical too.