I guess we could all use a little help. Occasionally I roam around this big ol house noticing things that need tending to and then a couple of days later I see the same things again when it suddenly occurs to me that I am the one who needs to tend to them. That must be left over from childhood memories when Mom used to take care of things. Somehow I still haven't gotten used to the buck stopping with me, darnit.
At Christmas time I could sure use an extra pair of hands to help get things done around here as well as bounce ideas off of. Like what to fix for Christmas Eve dinner. Last year's tamales were such a bust that I vowed not to fix them again but just today Fed Ex brought 3 dozen and Gary told me he ordered bean tamales from a lady he works with so by golly, I guess we will be having tamales!
I love playing silly games after dinner on Christmas Eve, too. Thanks to
Sitting in here looking at the tree, listening to Christmas music makes me nostalgic. I start thinking about Christmas times, back when we were kids. I remember in the 2nd grade (I think) reading "Twas the Night Before Christmas" and for a very long time wondering how someone "threw up the sash" and how painful that must have been!
One of my favorite carols was "Angels We Have Heard On High" even though the words didn't seem to make much sense to me, especially when the chorus sings "cranberry sauce and mayo". I wondered what in the world those angels were doing mixing them together and then singing about it!
And last but not least, I always loved the Bible story of Daniel and how he interpreted the dreams of Nebuchadnezzar in Babylon. There was Shadrach, Meshach and a bad negro all walking out of the fiery furnace. I felt that surely to goodness he was misunderstood and just knew he didn't mean to be bad.
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