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Apparently I'm not writing a series for Advent, as the season is coming to its beautiful close. I'm alright with that. The not writing, I mean, not the end of the season. There's been a lot going on this month, and I haven't regretted any of my minutes. A couple weeks ago, several extended family members came into town to celebrate the life and honor the death of my grandfather. It was a wonderful opportunity to reconnect with cousins I haven't seen in well over a decade and uncles I care rather much for.

My Christmas will, as usual, span several days, beginning tomorrow with my sister and brother-in-law coming into town, and then on the 25th, flying to Arkansas to be with my brother in his brand new home. I'll be seeing old friends, handing out some presents, and generally just taking a breather from life-busy-life.

There are a lot of things I want to say as the year wraps, especially about Christmas and Jesus and the Holy Parents. I want to say some things about family, and work, and the need to pause. I want to talk about what I miss and what I look forward to.

But I think I will close the computer instead, and let my blog silence stretch a little longer. If you'd like to reach me, you probably know where to find me.

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