Merry Christmas

I know this is a little early, but I just wanted to wish you all a very merry Christmas.

The importance of Christmas is brought to fruition on Easter, for if not for Christ’s birth, we would never have the gift of eternal life that Christ’s death has given us.

When you are spending time with loved ones, or even if you find yourself alone, take time to remember the reason we celebrate Christmas.  No earthly gift can ever compare to the love and ultimate sacrifice given on that cross.

God will never leave you alone.  He will never break your heart.  He will never leave a need unmet.  His love, grace, mercy, and care for us is more than we can ever ask for or expect.

I hope you all have a healthy, happy, and blessed Christmas.  Please be good to yourselves.


Luke 2:1-20
In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. And everyone went to their own town to register.
So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.


A reminder

I was out with my dad this evening.  On the way to dinner, he mentioned needing help with his finger nails.  I was more than happy to help, since I learned a lot about nails and such in cosmetology school (I am a beauty school dropout).  My dad has non-Parkinson’s tremors that make it nearly impossible for him to write, to bring food to his mouth without spilling some, and he especially can’t do something like trim his finger nails without risking some harm.  Tonight was the first time he asked for help with his nails.

I stopped to get a good file and sat down to give him his first pseudo-manicure.  It was weird.  I noticed how similar our nails are in thickness and strength.  I noticed where I get my seriously dry skin from, too.  Our nails even have similar ways of growing and shaping themselves.

Afterward, as I was driving down the street, I realized that I haven’t really held my father’s hand since I was a little girl and we’d go on our adventures together, usually to Philadelphia.  I always wanted to be in Philadelphia.  I loved all the sounds and the interesting people.  He was also the only person that would take me to any museum I wanted to visit.  That was our thing.  I can still remember going up and down in the elevator at The Gallery, just because it was glass and a fun ride.  That’s my dad–the eternal kid.  The elevator ride we loved the most was the one that led us up to Billy Penn.  Flying up through Philadelphia’s city hall, the structural bones can be seen.  It is neat.  Being able to see the green of New Jersey from Billy Penn was even neater.

However, more important than those adventures was holding my daddy’s hand.  It was bigger than mine and much stronger.  He used his hands to rebuild alternators.  He used them to cook himself his favorite chicken legs.  He used them to bowl in his bowling league.  Not once did he ever raise his hands to strike me.  I just remember his dry, cracked hands from all that hard work holding my hand to be sure his hyper, impulsive little girl didn’t go running off toward the next distraction.

So, as I continued down his street realizing that I hadn’t held his hand since those adventures, it made me sad.  In fact, I actually ended up sobbing.  He’s now 72 and really needs my help and needs me to hold his hand to steady and guide him at times.  The role reversal is breaking my heart.

When I tend to his nails again in a couple of weeks or so, I will be sure to hold his hands a little longer.

Caption Contest

Hope you all are enjoying the holiday season.  Here is this week’s caption contest.  I will post winners Tuesday evening.  Have a great weekend!


The winners. ..

4.  dragonlady474

A little freaked out by the realistic quality of Nintendo’s new zombie game, Sherman pauses the game and the nose picking zombie behind him.

3.  Rodney Dill

“…but I want to get the new HALO and Totoro’s Big Adventure.”  “Don’t cross the memes….”

2.  Wyatt Earp

Sadly, Dr. Venkman was about to get “slimed” by the chubby pervert behind him.

This week’s winner is. . .

1.  John D

All Dr. Venkman wanted was to buy the new Ghostbusters 3-D game for his X-box. But sadly, the games were in a locked display, and the Keymaster was on break.




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