Let's keep it...
LET US KEEP CHRISTMAS
Whatever else be lost among the years,
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing;
Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears,
Let us hold close one day, remembering
It's poignant meaning for the hearts of men.
Let us get back our childlike faith again.
- Grace Noll Crowell
"THIS IS CHRISTMAS: NOT THE TINSEL, NOT THE GIVING AND RECEIVING, NOT EVEN THE CAROLS, BUT THE HUMBLE HEART THAT RECEIVES ANEW THE WONDROUS GIFT, THE CHRIST."
- Frank McKibben
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.
- TAYLOR CALDWELL
This Christmas, I wish you
hope: n. desire accompanied by expectation of or belief in fulfillment
joy: n. a source or cause of delight
peace: n. freedom from disquieting or oppressive thoughts or emotions
love: n. unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another.
- Lorie
posted by Lorie @ 11:07 AM
53 Comments:
Wow those are some real nice x-mas wishes :)
Great post!
goodness knows that those who know me best know what a Scrooge I am when it comes to Christmas. I detest what it has become ... although I love any chance to give gifts ... I attempt to shred the celebrated day of Christ's birth from all this wretched commercialization.
Bobby thinks that you would have advocated arranged marriage. What about my most recent story? would you do that too?
Oh, I'm not necessarily saying she would have handled that situation in the same way -- I'm saying she COULD have, and she'd have convinced those kids of the correctness of her position before it was all over.
You too appear to have persuasive powers beyond the range of average mortals. It was a good story. Everyone should check it out ....
I'm going from blog to blog looking for someone who sells beans.
I see that you don't have any.
What kind of a fool statement is that?
What kind of a fool name is Sabu.
What kind of person doesn't use a question mark at the end of a question?
Or, as Carl the Bean-boy would say:
What kind of person doesn't use a question mark at the end of a question.
Don't make me come over there. I'll slap the taste right out of you mouth.
"You mouth"? Where did you go to school?
Come over where? You don't know where I live, Mr. Bean. Are you a part of the Beenie Weenie Express?
Why don't you tell me where you live so I can come over and put a whooping on you.
Again, no question mark.
I live on Planet Earth, Carl. Earth to Carl, come in please.
You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna beat up the next person that passes by my room window, and it's all because of you Sabu.
And I used a question mark, did you get it. First sentence, bubba head.
Must be sad that you're about to get whipped by a stranger Carl. And you still missed a question mark. I'd tell you which sentence, but you'll need some kind of puzzle to figure out from your hospital bed when the little old lady on your street corner takes you down.
Oooo -- who's your daddy now, Carl?
I didn't get whipped and it wasn't a little old lady. It was a swimmer, and women swimmers are strong.
My friend Bammer said it was a tie. And if I ever find you Sabu, it won't be a tie.
I'm a lover, not a fighter. Why don't you get out of this lady's blog and go find you some beans.
Maybe I will but it's not because you ran me off. Why don't you stop posting and I will too.
Last word.
Stop it! Dang Sabu. You make me mad and you're going to get it.
Come on then! I'll whip everyone on this thread.
Mmmmm, I love a strong Alpha male. Want to take me out some time, Carl.
No question mark! Haha -- you two are made for each other.
Of course, what that really means is sad little Carl needs to make up girls online because he can't get a date. I'm done messing around. By Carl/ Melinda.
Hey Melinda are you for real?
I am. And Sabu is rude. Are you going to let him speak to me that way.
Sabu, do you hear me? You come here to me Sabu. No one talks to my girl that way. I'm a big boody daddy Sabu. You hear me? Why don't you come on then and let's settle this?
Melinda, he is scared. Whre do you live?
Frankfort.
Aw man. I don't think my mom will let me go to Frankfort.
How old are you Carl.
18
Carl ....
Aw man. I'm 12 but I turn 13 next month and my cousin who taught me how to kiss says I look older than that. I could pass for high school.
Well maybe I could come pick you up if you don't live too far away.
Bobby,
How many personalities DO you have in there? :)
I totally did a double-take when I saw the number of posts on this thread...but, alas, it was true.
Who are you people? :)
I go away from the world of blogging for one day and THIS is what I come back to?
I don't want to say anything more negative than that because Carl threatened to whip everyone in this forum.
Don't worry Little King. I won't let the 12-year old bean boy pick on you. Or his lady-friend or their nemesis.
Hello you good people. This is Carl's mama.
I found what that little fool's been up to and I slapped him good. He won't be going online any time soon either.
I'm sorry for the commotion he caused here, and most of all I'm sorry Mr. Sabu. Carl has had a rough time of things since his daddy ... well, I don't like to talk about it.
But now let me say this and I'll be gone. We won't trouble you people no more. But "Melinda," whoever you are, you stay away from my boy. You sick twisted woman, preying on a 12-year old child. I'll hit you so many times with the right that you'll be begging for the left. I'll dot your "i". I'll beat you like a puppy in a baseball suit. You hear?
You little tramp, you stay far away. You don't want to mess with no Clemens. I'm a heavy duty mama, and you ain't woman enough to stop me. So you just go on, step back aboard the Ho train, and go prey on someone else.
Once again people, I'm very sorry for all a this.
Melinda. I got my eye on you. Don't you ever forget it.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Clemens
Now Mrs. Clemens, let's not be hasty. Wow, that was harsh. You don't even know me. Do you care that you made me cry?
I don't want a booty-whipping, Mrs. Clemens. I just want to be good to your son. I'm only 17. That's not so bad because when he's 79 I'll be 84. And I'm very lonely. Your wonderful son has been able to see past my physical traits and stare into my beautiful soul.
Can we bury the hatchet?
Physical traits? What the!
I'm gonna have to ask you for a picture Melinda.
CARL, YOU BETTER GET OFF A THAT COMPUTER DOWN THERE; I'M ABOUT TO GET UP ALL IN YOUR BUSINESS.
You hear me boy?
Melinda, you go on take your ugly self down the road. Otherwise, you and me's gonna get it on.
You scorning me Carl? You scorning me? You ain't seen nothing like Melinda scorned, baby.
And Mrs. Clemens, I tried to be nice with you. Now I just got to say this: bring it ON. Come on DOWN to Frankfort with your bad self. I'll be right outside of the Hobby Lobby. Ain't a whole lot I can do to keep you from jumping on, but there's plenty I can do to get you off.
Melinda, I don't care about physical ugliness. I look on the heart, the soul. I have the tenderness of a poet.
Carl and his mama are crazy. Let me take you away from all this death.
Sabu! I thought I ran you off of hear. You moving in on my woman? You better head for the hills Sabu. My mama done took away my Playstation 2 for getting on this blog, so now I'm a man with nothing to lose.
Carl, this is your long-lost daddy. I love you son. I've always loved you.
I need you to help me win your mama back. She thinks I done stepped out on her with some floozy like Melinda, but the truth is I bumped my head real hard and forgot who I was. Thought I was a giant cheese. I been in the hospital for all these years, trying to keep away from mice.
My counselors never gave up on me though. Never stopped saying, "Sammy, you're not a cheese. You're flesh and blood." And through their efforts, and some aggressive medication, I have come to realize my true identity again.
I will never go back to being a cheese, son. You tell your mama that. And tell her Big Daddy Clemens is coming home.
Daddy?
Son. It's me. It's really me.
"How much is that doggy in the window.
How much is that doggie I see ..."
You finish it son. Just like in the old days.
"How much is that doggie in the window.
Oh please bring that doggie to me."
Oh Daddy!
Oh son!
Oh Daddy!
Oh son!
Big Daddy, I been monitering this conversation. I don't know if I can believe you.
A cheese? You want me to believe you thought you was a cheese? You never even liked cheese. I'd be slapping that Colby on the bread, ready to add the ham, and you'd be yelling, "Get that cheese off a there, Mildred." Now you know that's the truth. That's gospel. It sure is.
I want to see your doctors. I want to investigate. You hear me, Big Daddy? I'll get to the bottom of this; that's for sure.
But that's just it, Big Mama. I hated cheese even when I thought I was one. I hated myself. That's what the doctors first started treating me for -- low self esteem. They couldn't understand why I hated myself so much. I kept telling them, "Man, it's because I'm just a cheese. A lousy, stinking piece of cheese."
They thought it was some kind of metaphor. Finally they got clued in after I kept running around the halls, nothing but my drawers on, screaming about the mice.
I want another chance, Big Mama. To give you the life we always dreamed of. To provide some direction for little Carl. Lord knows he needs it -- running around with floozies online, ending up in some wacked out blog, belongs to a weirdo cat lady.
What do you say, Big Mama Clemens?
Bobby,
Only you could come up with such latently and overtly aggressive, low-brow-sounding characters. It's the common thread that gives you away. Now, STOP! Go post on your blog! You could have written CHAPTERS about trinitarian heresies and/or your views on arranged marriages by now...
Plus, I get all excited thinking that actual people have been responding to my blog posts...only to find out that it's you playing around. Argh.
Yeah Bobby this toatlly smells of your doing hahaha....dude you should start an online comic or something you seem to have enough material to start one....it's about time for someone to come up with a good christian online fcition or something.
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