Today is the first day of a series of many busy days. But I love this day. It’s full of last-minute preparations and excitement. I have to cook some things for various Christmas celebrations, held this evening and tomorrow. And tonight I get to sing in the choir at midnight mass.
I fell in love with Christmas Eve midnight mass after I became Catholic. It’s really awesome. No other word to describe it. I will say it for the Church; there’s nothing like the preparation and anticipation of Advent and Lent to really make Christmas and Easter especially celebratory. I love going and taking part in the classic Christmas hymns and I love the beautifully decorated church. But, the best part of mass—any mass—is the Eucharist. There’s nothing quite like receiving Jesus directly. And thus, mass never falls short. How could it? So what if the choir hits a sour note? Or the organ sticks because of the cold? That’s only one of many reasons I love being Catholic: Going to church is never about “the show up front.” Not even close.
So, a tradition has begun to develop in the Borer family, of me singing at midnight mass while David is at home with the sleeping kids. And then, on this very magical night, I drive home afterward to “wait” for St. Nicholas, and make sure he stops by our house. Of course, that’s roughly 19 hours from now, and I’ll be beat, but what a fantastic exhaustion.
Last night at choir practice, St. Nicholas himself showed up to hand out Manheim Steamroller Christmas cds to all the members. And no one could figure out who St. Nick was. I still don’t know. Perhaps it was really him?
So, after celebrating here, we’re heading to my parents’ house, and I have the feeling that I won’t be writing for a few days. Everyone have a very Merry Christmas, and don’t drink too much eggnog.