+[waiting]+ advent day 25

I smell coffee brewing downstairs. Doug calls for all of us to come to the kitchen. He's baked cookies, put on the kettle and has fresh coffee. I pour a cup and go sit fireside. Waiting.
Everyone shuffles in and the filled glass plate, borrowed from a neighbor, becomes the treat centerpiece for our gathering. We all sip our steaming drinks while Doug opens his bible and finds his place. Waiting.
He reads to us from Micah, words of everlasting. He reads to us from Colossians, words describing how by Him, and for Him, all was made. Jesus, that is.
Savannah says it reminds her of Isaiah 53. Peyton puts her head on Dougs knee.
We sit silent before the fire. Waiting.