Christmas is coming
The Christmas season has begun. I knew nothing of the first Sunday in Advent as a child. We had no Advent wreath or theme in the Norwegian Pentecostal church I attended. The first Sunday of Advent meant the distribution of our Christmas “pieces” in preparation for the Christmas program. As I’ve mentioned before, I always seemed to be expect to have the longest piece, or be a narrator. To this day, I attribute my lack of fear of public speaking to those days. I don’t ever remember being nervous about getting up in front of people to talk. I’ve been doing it since before I can remember. It was officially Christmas, I had seen Santa at the Parade on Thanksgiving Day. Lights were twinkling from the houses in my neighborhood. As you went toward 5 th Avenue, the smell of pine mixed with a small coal fire filled the air. Miraculously Christmas trees were lining the path to the wonders of 5 th Avenue. No I am not talking about the...