I observe some Unitarian Universalist-tinged version of Advent every winter. I observe it in my home–usually lighting the candles and reading from texts both ancient and contemporary– because my parents observed it in my childhood home with the lighting of candles and readings from texts both ancient and contemporary.

Not Yet, Yvette is my favorite Advent story, with nary a scripture or traditional liturgical image or color in sight, for the way it so accessible-y and lively-y portrays the delicious tension between waiting and preparing for something big about to happen.