January 6th is special. It is the day of Epiphany. The twelfth day of the twelve days of Christmas. It is the day we choose to light the Christmas tree one. last. time.
That moment when we extinguish the lights is second only to the excruciating moment we remove the first ornament leaving the tree less than it should be. Once begun I will hurry through the dismantling of the tree for I simply cannot bear it, this removing of Christmas.
How blessed that snows will come, drifting in to distract us this last evening in the light of Christmas.
But first today, while the ground is still bare and the sky is as silver as a bell, I will take my mom to the dentist, the hair salon, and perhaps the grocery store. I think I will pack my music, my journal, and my Kindle. And if there is a walk-in nail salon nearby, while I am waiting I may even get a pedicure, the quick, inexpensive kind because who can justify a pedicure when the forecast calls for snow?
Me. That's who.
Then tonight, we will snuggle in with the great tree one more time, sock toes (and ten little painted toes) pointed to the warmth of a fire , curls of heat rising from thick slices of home made pizza, and Bibles in lap, we will be winterized versions of Wisemen still seeking Him.
Because tonight we begin a Bible study, and it is not lost on me that the study we think that we chose is called Expecting to See Jesus.
May it be so, these expectations of an epiphany.