“I wish Christmas would hurry up and get here!” I would cry when I was younger. “It’s taking it forever!” “It takes as long as it takes,” was Granny’s reply. “Why does it take so long?” I demanded. Granny’s response was to let me sit with my whine a little while, usually continuing with her sewing or washing dishes while I awaited her wisdom. Instead of her normal gruff reply, she was often quite calm and gentle with her answer.