Happy Birthday Jesus!

More than 2,000 years ago my Savior was born, in the City of David, wrapped in swaddling clothes, and laid in manager. From His humble beginnings to His humiliating death Jesus was blameless and perfect. His birth, celebrated today, and His death are treasures given to each of us. But the best gift of all was his rising after three days in a sealed tomb. Today we celebrate the birth of a RISEN SAVIOR. May the Peace of God surround you all this Christmas.

My Boy is Seventeen!

Today Matt turned 17. He also failed Physics. So Happy Birthday to the newly enrolled summer school attendee. I wish I had a more current picture of the beast but this will have to do. Good thing he plays football, because he has blown his chance of any academic scholarship. Ah, the pains of parenting that begin with the labor and never end. Fortunately he's so stinking funny I can't hardly stay mad at him. Happy Birthday my wonderful son, I love you!

On the 12th Day of Blogging

Finally the end,
As day twelve is here.
No need to cry,
Don't shed a tear.

Because just like Frosty,
A snowman who plays.
I'll be back to blog,
Another cold winter day.

It has been real,
And it has been fun.
To all others I say,
Keep your eye on the Son.

I'll return next year,
For it's in my soul.
I live to blog,
That's how I roll.

On the 11th Day of Blogging

It's after eleven,
On the eleventh day.
I'm ready for bed,
No more time to play.

All of my blogging,
Is just about done.
I'll finish tomorrow,
with all this jargon.

It's been fun entertaining,
Deanna and friends,
Perhaps Kim will catch on,
To the blogging trend.

A word of advice,
Before you start.
Write anything here,
Just use your heart.

On the 10th Day of Blogging

Day ten is a win,
For all those who read.
Here's some advice,
For those in need.

Shopping online,
Is easy and fun.
No standing in line,
And in no time, you're done.

Your purchase arrives,
It's already wrapped.
Then you can settle in,
And have a night cap.

The presents under the tree,
Are pretty and fine.
So stop going to the mall,
And shop for all online.

On the 9th Day of Blogging

Finally it's here,
The wonderful nine.
Have you put up a tree?
We have a fake pine.

We made one shopping trip,
to a small gift store.
I bought something for grandma,
And for me, some decor.

It's really just towels,
with snowmen on them.
I do love my snowmen,
I think they're all gems.

Tomorrow we head out,
to my aunt's house.
I hope we all get along,
And no one gets doused.

On the 8th Day of Blogging

Believe it or not,
We are on day eight.
I forgot to post earlier,
But it's never too late.

Tonight we baked cookies,
with my good friend, Kim.
I ate way too many,
I'll just never be slim.

But who cares I say,
It's holiday time.
And we should just party,
Whilst I write my rhymes.

But for now I must go,
It's time for my bed.
But check back tomorrow
To see what I've said.

On the 7th Day of Blogging

Woo hoo we made it,
All the way to day seven.
It's like I have died.
And gone to blog heaven.

Here you just type,
And recap your days.
And here in blog heaven,
There's plenty to say.

Talk about children,
Your pets and your job.
These are all fun things,
Others read on your blog.

So enjoy while you can,
The power you hold.
Sharing your life stories,
That will be changed and retold.

On the 6th Day of Blogging

Today is day six,
We've made it halfway.
I think I can make it,
Join me as I pray.

Today was a shock,
but a joy none the less,
My friend Kim has relieved
Some of my holiday stress.

She called and she offered,
Two TVs they had.
And if I'd take them for free,
She'd be oh so glad.

So Matt got the big one,
A twenty-seven inch screen.
But Andrew's twenty inch,
Is also a dream.

Now if only they'd clean,
Their rooms - what a mess!
We'd be done shopping and cleaning,
I wouldn't have to obsess.

So to Kim I must say,
Thanks - YOU MADE MY DAY!
And that's two less things
Santa will have on his sleigh.

On the 5th Day of Blogging

It's already day five,
But no golden rings here.
If I can't shop real soon,
There'll be no presents I fear.

So it's off to the mall,
I went in a hurry.
I needed some gifts,
There was no time to worry.

The parking was full,
That was no real surprise.
I could not let this problem,
Be the presents demise.

So I stalk those who are leaving,
As I troll through the lot,
And of course some old geezer,
Gets my front row spot.

Fine, I'll wait 'til tomorrow,
To return to this place.
And in between shopping,
I'll blog without haste.

On the 4th Day of Blogging

Day four is now here,
And I have a busy week.
The career can be draining,
Because I work with freaks.

If people would listen,
And do as I say,
The world would be better,
I'd have brighter days.

But instead they insist
On doing things wrong,
Then calling me up,
To sing their sad song.

Stop downloading crap,
No more playing of games.
Don't change your settings,
End users drive me insane!

So long for now,
I must say goodbye.
I have general failure,
Reading the C drive.

On the 3rd Day of Blogging

Day three has arrived,
And the joy abounds.
Is that water leaking?
What is making that sound?

Oh great! I exclaimed,
When the source I did find,
"It spilled all in the hallway,
I hope you don't mind."

Why should I mind,
That's just more to clean.
And everyone loves,
Using the steam machine.

So for now I must go,
As the carpet is wet.
But check back tomorrow,
I'll have it all set.

On the 2nd Day of Blogging

For the second day of blogging,
The fun had only begun.
I was just getting started,
No where near being done.

I had shopping to do,
But decided to rest.
So I propped up my feet,
I thought that was best.

I sure wish the presents,
Could buy and wrap themselves.
Or I had my own workshop,
And a passel of elves.

For now I must go,
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
But check back again,
Day three is tomorrow!

On the 1st Day of Blogging

On the first day of blogging,
A thought did come to be.
How would I get this started?
When it's really all about me.

No worries I heard,
from the voice in my head.
You'll find the right words,
You have nothing to dread.

So I thought for a moment,
Then took paper and pen,
And made up this rhyme,
For Deanna, my friend.

I'll return tomorrow,
With more wisdom and wit.
And Deanna can count,
How many times E has spit.

For Deanna

I've often wondered what it would be like to be famous. I'd like to know the rush of excitement to have cameras shoved in my face everytime I step outside. I'd love to be rumored to be dating George Clooney, or the woman who is stealing Brad from Angelina. And wouldn't it be great to have people seek you out to hear what you have to say?

So far, I'm not famous, hate having my picture made (the camera does add 10 pounds), and I'm not dating anyone. But I do have one thing going for me, and one fan too - Deanna. She actually encourages me to blog. Clearly she's tired of reading "Hop on Pop", "Horton Hears a Who", and "Red Fish, Blue Fish". Ironically her blog is titled "Always Read the Manual".

Since she is the only one reading my blog, or at least commenting, I'll dedicate the month of December to Deanna. I'm no Dr. Suess but I can make a rhyme or two and instead of 12 days of Christmas, I promise 12 days of blogging. So check back tomorrow for the "official" start of 12 Days of Blogging.