The question asked what one word described my expectations of Christmas. I had no answer. Oh, there were times when I would have had plenty. As a child I had all sorts of expectations from very specific presents under the tree to relatives coming for dinner to getting to stay up very, very late to go to church on Christmas Eve.
Later I came to expect busy-ness, parties, oodles of volunteer hours at church, expense, and decorating rituals. Once I entered parish ministry I expected beauty and awe followed by exhaustion and generally a funeral or two. To my dismay, I learned not to expect the church to be full when Christmas fell on a Sunday.
But, seeing that question posed this week suddenly made me think that I really had no business expecting anything of Christmas. That sounded as if Christmas were all about me and what gifts, material or otherwise, I might receive. As Mike Slaughter likes to say, "Christmas is not your birthday. It's Jesus' birthday."