And the Angel Said "Do not be afriad, for.... there is still time to shop"

I am going to ask you this question, and I want you to answer it honestly.
What does Christmas mean to you?
Don't give your automatic fake answer, like 'happiness'.
That's what you did, didn't you?

What does Christmas meant to anyone anymore? Look around. All I see is mall Santas and wish lists.

There is ever a 'shopping guide' taped to the inside of the bathroom stalls.... at church.

I'm not going to judge you if you are one of those 'peace, love, and ohh JCP is having a sale!' kind of people.
Who are we really to point fingers at?
What is there even to point at?

For many, Christmas still has a true purpose. Everyone is together, the kids stop fighting for a few days, all really is calm and bright.

I'm not going to say what I feel when I think of Christmas. That is not the point.
Think about this season, what ever your reason for it may be, and really ask yourself.

What does Christmas really mean to me?

The 12 Days of My Family

The Thanksgiving leftovers are finally cleaned out, the jingle-bells that have been blasting on the radio since Halloween are finally okay, my cute little tree is up...
now what do I have to look forward to?


The 12 Days of My Family

On the 12th day of Christmas, my family gave to me....

12 trips to Wal-Mart

11 snotty tissues

10 broken angels

9 video game hacks

8 dayquil doses

7 netflix movies

6 out-grown bathrobes

5 germ-x squirts..... *dramatic pause*

4 trips to the doctor

3 annoying children

2 Easter bunnies

and a rapping paper nazi!! *


Merry Christmas everyone!



*yes, I said 'rapping paper nazi'. That is the nickname my father has earned over the years due to his habit of cleaning up every bit of wrapping paper before letting us move onto the next gift. He wears this title with a smile on his face and a black trash bag in his hand.


Thanks to my brothers (aka annoying kids numbers 2 and 3) for helping me write this!