Santa Got New Wheels

On Christmas day my dad came downstairs dressed as Santa and stated he was going for a motorcycle ride.

Look at him go!

According to him, other then the black ice, it was a really good time. People smiled, waived, and honked in appreciation. Everyone loves Santa.

A Unitarian Christmas

Like most families, yesterday my family piled into our minivan and went to church, a Unitarian Church, but a Church no less for Christmas Eve. Because of its nondenominational belief we did not just hear the story of a savior in a manger.

We learned about the birth of Confucius and Buddha as well as the nativity story. The first two stories about the births of Eastern Gods were interesting enough, but birth of Jesus was highlighted by having children tell the story.

“Ok, who was at the first Christmas?” The enthusiastic religious education director asked.

“Mary, Joseph, Jesus, cows, and kings.” One of the Children answered as he picked his nose.

One girl just kept saying “Me, Me, Me.” I seriously doubt that she was at the first Christmas being that she is 4.

“Why were the kings there?” the religious director asked.

This one kind of stumped the kids but one kid was brave enough to answer. “Uhhh, to kill Jesus?”

“No, that was another king much later. They brought gifts for the baby” The director corrected.

The rest of the story went as usual, an angle, some shepherds, barnyard animals, and a miracle.

The children on Christmas Eve created a Unitarian Nativity: Mary, Joseph, Jesus, some four year old from Minneapolis, and kings who came to kill a baby.

It’s A Marshmallow World

The snow is falling here in Minnesota. About an hour after my airplane touched down large flakes of fluffy white started to fall. Now the ground is coated in thick white snow and you can’t see the tops of the grass. I was hoping for a white Christmas and as Perry Como says “there’s something special about the first snow fall of the year, especially if it’s on Christmas Eve.”

Well Perry we missed it by a few days but it’s still special to me.

A Christmas Spectacular

I was working on Saturday when one of my co-workers call up and said she had three extra tickets to the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular and if anyone wanted to go they were welcomed. I was the only one who showed any interest so two hours later Steve and I were sitting in the fourth row of a Christmas Spectacular.

We watched as tall women with long legs dressed and dance as reindeer, dolls, and holiday shoppers. It got a bit weird at the end when the Rockettes reenacted the birth of Christ but all in all it was a Christmas Spectacular

Why?

Life is really messed up sometimes. Everything is going fine and then you get one hell of a curve ball that can ruin your life.

Pillow Talk

For the last few months I've had a pain in my neck, literally. I thought that maybe a I pulled a mussel at work and now was feeling the effects but it kept getting worse. When I would sleep on my back and turn my head to the side my right arm would go numb. I started taking tylenol before I went to bed and getting regular massages to get rid of the pain. After taking to my masseuse I realized all my pain came from having a bad pillow. So I went out and bought a memory foam pillow.

It is the greatest pillow in the world. At first I wasn't a fan but by the third night resting my head in the valley of foam I was in love. It's small, light weight, and most importantly supports my neck. I am urging everyone to discard their old fashion pillow and to run out and get some foam.

So This is Christmas?

Is it just me or have Christmas songs really deteriorated? I have been listening to a lot of Christmas music on the radio lately to get myself into the Christmas spirit, and while I have heard many classics (White Christmas, Silent Night, and Santa Clause is Coming to Town) I have heard many crappy new songs. For example, the song about the Italian Christmas donkey. I also listened to a horrible song about some poor kid who is trying to buy shoes for his mom for Christmas and he’s in a hurry because she going to “meet Jesus” soon because she’s sick. How is a dying mom festive in anyway shape or form? Seriously, just because it’s suppose to be winter time when these songs are set doesn’t make it appropriate for Christmas.

From now on I’m sticking with my Bing Crosby CD and watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.