Thanksgiving break was essentially over, the last piece of pumpkin pie halved, Grandma properly hugged, and the drive back to regular life completed uneventfully — although somewhat brightened by the magic of Bluetooth and the Pentatonix, my first sounds of Christmas. Morning broke on Sunday with the usual pre-dawn stroll, and a hint of anticipation. I had been so consumed with schoolwork and my work, that I had lost track of dates and awoke thinking that Advent was upon us, one of my favorite seasons in the life of believers. I strolled happily into the outreach where I gather each Sunday for reminders and encouragement, then stopped short. What were these fall decorations doing dangling from the ceiling, and where were the tree and advent wreath?