Christmas was only a week...
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Christmas was only a week away and Mary was caught in the strength-draining vortex of demands that seemed to suck her in every December. She had not intended to let that happen this year. But she couldn't seem to avoid it. Her family, if anything, was more demanding than ever, now that the children were all in school with all its extracurricular activities. The incessant whirl of baking goodies for this and that, driving kids to pageant rehearsals and parties, making costumes, getting the family's Christmas cards out, working at two jobs to help make ends meet ... It was too much. It was always too much; but somehow, December was even worse than other times of the year. Where was the peace of Christmas? Where was the quiet preparation time Advent supposedly offered? She really didn't know anyone who experienced December as "peaceful," despite the references to it in sermons this time of year and the cards which arrived daily "Wishing you and yours the peace of Christmas." The mad-dash-bustle-run-me-
ragged preliminaries seemed inescapable. What an ironic way to celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace. -- Fannin
ragged preliminaries seemed inescapable. What an ironic way to celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace. -- Fannin
