There’s just too much to do this time of year! Shopping, cards, decorate the tree, on and on and on. Are there enough presents for everyone? Don’t want anyone to feel slighted. Even the cat expects a gift or two; a little catnip never hurts
What? A gift for Jesus? There’s plenty of time. After all it’s the thought that counts, and I do think about him, really.
We go to church, now and then. Like Thanksgiving. Well, we almost got there. We wanted to give thanks for a year of good health (except when Billie fell out of that tree and all the kids got the flu at the same time). But, you know Thanksgiving is a hectic holiday. and after all Black Friday starts at midnight. So we didn’t get to church, but it’s the thought that counts; right?
Did you say something? You really need to speak up. What? “Remember Me.”
Well, remember last Easter? We all had new outfits and looked so good and the church was overflowing with people we hardly see any other time of the year. Everyone was so “egg-cited” Ha! Get it?
Listen. It’s almost Christmas, right? So last week I looked for that little plastic nativity set we gave the kids when they were little. That’s odd, I thought I heard you say something again. “Remember Me”.
That’s what I’m trying to tell you…I finally found that old manger set…everythings there but baby Jesus, he’s missing.
I wonder what happened to him…I just can’t remember