For some folk, Christmas is a chore. Even for some who honestly love and adore the Christ child and who appreciate His gift to mankind.
As we left the Campground this morning to meet our friends, one local man had decided to say it for everyone “to see.” The interpretation was clear, even for us old simple minded folk.
“Christmas hustle & bustle is over for another year!” There on the side of the road, was SANTA. Laid back in a lounge chair, under a beach umbrella. Reading the paper and occasionally pausing to wave at someone who blew the horn in recognition or his ‘Yesterday’s satisfying but tiring journey spreading good cheer.’ Of course I did not have my camera. Shucks! I figured the Reindeer had dropped him off in sunny Florida before they headed back to their comfortable North Pole.
In all honesty, over the past fifty years, we have made Christmas a chore. The story book picture is gone for the majority. No longer do we go over the hills and through the woods to Grandmothers house. Funny (strange) you must get OLD before you can see the imIt makes a beautiful Christmas card, but is no longer reality.
So God Bless us All! Remember the American Fighting Man/Woman. And those away from home, under orders.
PS: These sentences ( with all the BLOOPERS ) actually appeared in church bulletins or were announced in church services:
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