It's that time of year again when the air smells cold and you hate to go shopping but you love to go shopping. Grocery bills are more expensive because of all the cream cheese and sugar and cans of blueberries. The stores even have a special display of all the high-calorie cooking foods to "remind" you of what to get.
In this crazy era of political correctness, to us it's still Christmas Day, Christmas tree, Christmas songs, Christmas lights, not substituting the word holiday. Sometimes we care so much about not offending minorities of any creed or race, we lost sight of what something really is.
Christmas is Jesus' birthday, pure and simple. I suppose the Magi bearing gifts can be said to have started the gift-giving part, but Santa Claus stuck himself in there somewhere and took over.
I'm sitting here with my hamstring hurting and a kitchen full of pounds just waiting for me to put them together. Oh Lord I feel like I fail sometimes in remembrance of what You stand for. Help me not get caught up in anything except sharing and love this season. Saturday night the church folk come and I'm looking forward to this. Guess that may call for a Lortab 7.5 that night but I love 'em!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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