From an IM reader, at her own blog.

A good 90% of the time, IMonk’s writings edify me in one way or another. But his latest piece on Advent is like a barbiturate. It’s not that he doesn’t make some valid points here and there, but the TONE of the piece—-the sanctimonious preachiness—-totally contradicts the joyousness of the season. That “Advent” piece is to Advent what a plastic Christmas tree is to a freshly felled Nobel fir.

I need some eggnog to wash the taste out of my mouth.

Note to reader. Advent isn’t a joyous season. It’s the season of waiting.