I don’t miss worrying about the budget.
Or, about the person who is upset by something I said or didn’t say.
I don’t miss doing my best to stay calm amidst the office angst over the extra work to be done.
Or waiting for the call from the funeral home.
I don’t miss the demand (framed as a request) for one more thing to do.
Or, the last minute deadline for something inadvertently forgotten.
I do miss seeing the Advent wreath front and center in the sanctuary.
I do miss the deep purple ribbons on the wreaths on the front door.
I do miss the child running down the center aisle to give me a hug.
I do miss watching the candles being lit and singing “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel.”
I do miss searching for the best words I can find to help turn those who are gathered in the direction of the wonder and mystery and meaning of Christmas.