Daughter's flight, which was due at seven
still wasn't here at half past eleven.
It finally got here at half past one,
but our waiting wasn't done.
Her baggage took an hour to appear.
Finally, now, at last, she's here.
I was in choir, and we would sing at Midnight Mass, which was always great fun because we got to sing carols as well as the normal parts of the mass like the "Kyrie." Then I would come home and help my mother put gifts under the tree for my younger brothers and sisters. Sometimes I would help my father do the "some assembly required" thing - which usually led to him cursing at the cryptic instructions.
I always liked the story of Christmas better than the story of Easter. Christmas is a story about being happy about a baby being born. Easter is a story of grisly death and mysterious resurrection.
I found the baby thing easier to relate to.
New babies appear
with great regularity.
Resurrections, it's clear,
are more of a rarity.