I need a snow day.
With enough snow to force everyone to stay home and to focus on a fire in the fireplace or making a snowman in the backyard. Then, I can put on my boots and walk through the quiet of the Village. Across the driveway from our house to the church and have the whole place to myself.
To light the Advent candles and to sit for a moment in the sanctuary.
To read and to think about the texts for Sunday and for Christmas Eve.
No telephone calls.
No email notifications.
Only the solitude and the quiet.
Pulling me deeper.
And, gently turning me in the direction of Christmas.