You know I love Jesus, but I don't understand our Christmas holiday. Just what does a fricken tree & presents have to do with loving God & recongnizing His son's birth? I'm not putting up a tree & I may never do it again. No rearranging the furniture. No sweeping needles into my vaccuum. That whole decorate different for every month crap is for women with too much time on their hands. ooops I sound bitter. why should I feel defensive because I don't want to be like everyone else. My mother even used the "S" word. (you know, scrooge) I just feel strangely disconnected from this whole culture of shoppers. Our material belongings don't mean diddly squat.
Now, on the baking side of the season, I've baked my share. It's a cookie year at our house. Chocolate chip, oatmeal, oatmeal-scotchies, snickerdoodles, gingersnaps, oatmeal cocoa bars, mmmmm. It's all good. Yep, I'll be hitting the gym after December for sure.
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