“Be careful with it. It’s extremely fragile.”
“What is it?”
“A thought.”
“A thought?”
“Yea, a quiet one.”
“A quiet thought?”
“Yes, a quiet thought. That’s why you have to be careful. Let it go, and it’ll be forgotten. Hold it too tightly and it’ll become a word.”
“What’s wrong with a word?”
“You kidding me? Words are powerful. Words are dangerous. Everyone knows that. No, it needs to remain a thought – ineffable, intangible, lingering – a quiet thought.”

Most of my Christmas eves are spent just waiting for Christmas itself to come. I don’t think there’s a more appropriate way to spend the last day of advent.


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