He won't mind the floor
Ah, the splendor of the season.
I’ve been fussing at myself for the half decorated tree, the half box of untended decor, etc. I should rearrange the den again to see if we can get some space by the tree. I need to pick up ALL THE LITTLE THINGS that end up on our floor (every day — hOw?!?!).
And then the Advent bards sing out,
“Hear now, you house of David / a promise from your God / I am sending one to dwell among you / Emmanuel the Lord…”
I do want to finish the tree and arrange for a little more room in here, but not for some sparkle I can manufacture. No.
He is coming. He is coming.
(Something tells me he won’t mind the floor.)