I love Advent. I always have -- the sense of expectancy and getting ready for something wonderful in the quiet of dark winter nights. But when I was dating my husband, who grew up in India, he was shocked when I told him I loved getting ready for Christmas. In the ten years he had lived in the United States, all he had ever heard from friends and coworkers were complaints. The chorus of complaints started a bit before Thanksgiving and escalated as Christmas approached. Women tended to complain about everything they had to do: decorating, cooking, buying gifts, sending cards.