O come, O come, Emmanuel And ransom captive Israel That mourns in lonely exile here Until the Son of God appear Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. It's that time of year when The Cat and The Dog decided to argue right in front of their Advent tray that was seated nicely on their center table at the family room. Strong words went darting out of their mouths that were sure to pin down their opponent seating right in front of them. Their subject was on history. "You've done this to me" and "you've said this to me a long time ago," and "you are always the 'boss' and I, the 'slave'" and "I will never forget this for the rest of my life" kind of history. Just the two of them, a girl and a boy and the Word War has begun. Their first of five candles has just been lit, burning, to observe their yearly family tradition of celebrating the Advent season. And Advent as they all know is...