Santa Claus is definitely NOT coming to town

I am always amazed as I grow older, to see people my age teaching their kids about Santa Claus. I hate Santa Claus, have always hated Santa Claus, will always hate Santa Claus. Why in the world would I want gifts from some nameless, meaningless person who has been given God-like qualities????

When I get a gift, I want to know who it is from. The gift means so little without a person behind it, wouldn't you agree? God's gift of His Son, was clearly marked. The Bible says, "GOD GAVE" His only Son.

I taught my kids from birth that there was no Santa. There isn't, so why would I teach them about it? It's not that I'm no fun, well, I guess I'm not. Lies aren't fun to me. No one believes that Cinderella is real. Why? Because we say it is a story, a FAIRY tale. So, if you are so fired up to talk about Santa in a season where we celebrate the ultimate extreme sacrifice, at least say it is a story. I'm hurt that Santa is taught to kids. I love the Christ who came as a baby because I WAS DEAD IN MY TRESPASSES AND SIN. DEAD, I tell you. Ain't no Santa takin' me to heaven.

And by the way, it's the minute stretcher that gets Santa to all the houses Christmas Eve. DUH!

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down!

Well, my sister is gone, and it's rainy, and tomorrow is Monday. Actually, I feel pretty good! It's those little blue pills!! It's her birthday, so Happy Birthday Allyson.

I can't believe it's Christmas already. Every year it comes quicker. My new thing this year was making my own c.d from Rhapsody with new Christmas songs I didn't have. It was fun. My favorite song so far is .38 Special's Hallelujah it's Christmas. That is, if you like a little southern-fried rock-n-roll with your Christmas. I also recommend Jessica Simpson's Christmas album. It is wonderful, and it has the best version of Breath of Heaven I have ever heard. My last music plug is for Paul Potts, the winner of the British version of American Idol. He has a fab version of O Holy Night, my husband's (and mine) favorite Christmas song.

God the Father sent his Son into a cold, dying, unfriendly world. He knew he was born to die. It was his only reason for coming. Imagine it. It's hard to picture your child doing the same duty. How hard it was on the Father! Even harder to turn his back on him on the cross! Our only hope delivered in a tiny baby. Hallelujah, what a Savior! Let him be not only Savior, but Lord. Let him have the control so your life will be molded into his perfect thing. That's the only reason we were created. Forget all this other stuff! Our sole purpose is to honor Christ and commune with him. It gives him pleasure.

Merry Christmas! Happy Birthday Allyson!