Today is Christmas Day, the first day of Christmas.
It’s my last day of Christmas.
Tomorrow I head for Phnom Penh, Cambodia, and I won’t be back til 2012. That’s what I like about the transition between the old year and the new. The First Day sounds epic, longer than it really is, self-important, and at times like these, important.
For one, I’ve never spent the Eve or New Year’s Day in the mission field. I do expect it to feel different, being in Cambodia. Funny, Christmas is not quite over and I’m thinking of New Year’s. But that’s because from tomorrow, the Christmas tree will lose its raison d’être; I won’t be home to enjoy it’s seasonal glitter.
Another Christmas gone. This one, like a jaded party guest, came late and left too soon.