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You know how it is every year - your want to give your little ones something Santa will bring them that they will just LOVE. Well, every year we went through Christmas Eves putting together wagons, tricycles, bicycles, etc. The WORST decision we ever made for Santa to give our son was a swing set. We had to wait late at night for the little one to go to sleep. Then, we ran out into the dark, freezing cold, and tore open the boxes that held the parts to the swing set. It was too dark to see, so Ihad to run get an extension cord and light. The crazy nuts and bolts would fall from our cold fingers into the grass and we would have to look for them. We had to be quiet not to let the metal rods bang together because it might wake little one. Our fingers had become so cold they would barely bend. Frost came from our mouths. Finally the beast was put together. It took an hour in front of the fireplace to thaw out.
The point of this story is DO NOT ALLOW SANTA TO GIVE YOUR CHILD A SWING SET FOR CHRISTMAS!!!
The point of this story is DO NOT ALLOW SANTA TO GIVE YOUR CHILD A SWING SET FOR CHRISTMAS!!!
When my son was 4, I told him Santa could only bring sticks and rocks that year, thinking he would be so happy with his toys. He cried Christmas morning because his sticks and rocks weren't under the tree! I think that is when he stopped believing.....
This was sent to me by one of my employees, and I would like to share with everyone.
WHO STARTED CHRISTMAS?
This morning I heard a story on the radio of a woman who was out Christmas shopping with her two children. After many hours of looking at row after row of toys and everything else imaginable. And after hours of hearing both her children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the elevator with her two kids.
She was feeling what so many of us feel during the holiday season time of the year. Overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every housewarming, taste all the holiday food and treats, getting that perfect gift for every single person on our shopping list, making sure we don't forget anyone on our card list, and the pressure of making sure we respond to everyone who sent us a card.
Finally the elevator doors opened and there was already a crowd. She pushed her way into the elevator and dragged her two kids in with her and all the bags of stuff. When the doors closed she couldn't take it anymore and stated, "Whoever started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up and shot."
From the back of the elevator everyone heard a quiet calm voice respond, "Don't worry we already crucified him." For the rest of the trip down the elevator it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
Don't forget this year to keep the One who started this whole Christmas thing in your every thought, deed, purchase, and word. If we all did it, just think of how different this whole world would be.
Maggie