While my presents are always wrapped with love and affection, it's not always apparent in the gift itself. For example, I don't know that I really conveyed my love for my brother (Emmett) that one year when I made a box out of printer paper and put a penny in it. I got a little closer last year when I made a scrapbook for my parents, that for the most part reminded them of what a wonderful youngest daughter they had. While the cost of the present had been modest, the message certainly wasn't. Anyhow, I'm finally old enough to actually be able to afford to buy presents. So now my love will be measured not in the time it took to make, but in the money I spent! (Which is why I got everything on sale.... Haha, just kidding!)
But enough talk about presents, this day really belongs to our savior, Jesus. I'm just so grateful for that silent night, that holy night when Christ was born to save us all from satans power. And all the shepards watched their sheep, the merry gentlemen brought their gifts and Rudolph saved the night. Dear Rudolph, sweet Rudolph, thou hast saved our precious gifts! How thy worked up but the courage with which to fly unto the white and snowy night, to every chimney of every child everywhere! Oh wait, sorry, Jesus time. Thank you lord, for helping me to wash my sins away, oh happy day, oh happy day. Lord, you overwhelm me with your power to fogive, thank you for forgetting about that chemistry grade I just got, and where would I have been without your helping me quit my job last year? I hope Santa didn't see that... Whatever, Christmas is about Jesus and Jesus loves/forgives us all, so looks like no coal for me this year. Woo hoo!
No, I really don't know where that all came from right there. Just a rambling joke I suppose. Not my fault, Jesus made me do it. It must be my many years of surpressing my truly regilous side. (There are many sides to Lib, incase you didn't know). Anyhoo, I think Jesus just felt a little ignored on his birthday, never a good feeling, so he made me write this entry praising him. As if having your own relgion weren't enough, sheesh. So if this entry has intrigued you on my views of Christianity (which I hope it hasn't, it's not a very stimulating entry), I'll just leave it a little vague. Some people are a little sensitive about religion and I wouldn't want anyone to come burn down my house because they disagree with me. I'd have the believers on one side and the atheists on the other both telling me something was wrong with my entry about Jesus. But eventually they'd all have to go home and bake their Christmas cookies. Because Jesus or not, Christmas just isn't complete without cookies.
Posted by lib at December 20, 2004 06:51 PM