It was a typical snowy winter night in Colorado. I had waited till everyone went to bed, staring out the frost covered window waiting for Santa. I was 5 years old and I was determined to see Santa for myself. As I stared outside into the dark night, I could see the streetlights from the living room window and I watched as the snow fell slowly in front of me. Every sound I heard, made me wonder if Santa and his sleigh had landed on our roof. At one point gazing out the window, I swore I heard sleigh bells. I don’t know how long I stood at that window waiting for Santa, but I eventually gave up and went back to bed. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get to see Santa. Have you ever eagerly awaited something, to just be disappointed? Years later, it makes me evaluate if I am as eager for the arrival of the Christ child as
