Not ships, not kings, but things.
1. A very happy birthday to my favorite little sister. Contrary to popular belief due to frightening lack of activity from her blog, she still lives and turns seventeen the Eighth of December. Also congratulations on your new acquisition Lauri.
2. The obligatory statement from good old left field. When I was commenting on Uncle Randy's blog, the word verification word was bacta. Pretty crazy considering that bacta is a real thing. Most should know what it is. At least, I hope at least one of you knows what it is. I suppose there's an extremely small possibility that Uncle Randy knows what it is. The only other who would have a shot would be Lauri. Oh well.
3. I had this idea (be it good or not) on Friday but I decided to wait until Monday would be the first time anyone saw it. Monday is always such a fun day and these days it might be even, dare I say it, funer as a result of the anxiety due to the proximity to Christmas.
I don't really know about y'all, but I get to singing Christmas songs either in Glad style or humming/whistling/doot-dooing in the style of Manheim Steamroller and sometimes miss the words. This struck me as I was thinking about Good Christian Men Rejoice the other day. I can sing maybe the first stanza and trudge my way through the rest, but it's a good reminder in these hectic (at least for me) days before finals and all of the busyness of the Christmas season to remember that we have the most cause for joy of anyone.
Good Christian Men, Rejoice!
With heart and soul and voice!
Heed thee, heed to what we say,
Jesus Christ is born today!
Men and beast before Him bow,
And He is in the manger now,
Christ is born today!
Christ, deity incarnate, the Savior of all men who will reconcile a sinful world to Himself, is born today!
Merry Christmas!
Post-Inaugural Inanity
7 years ago
1 comment:
Two things: Not front teeth or turtle doves.
One - I did not know what Bacta was. Even now, I don't think I know what it is, and I just looked it up. I've never even been to Coruscant. It could even be a British Trade association of some kind. Two - I am sure it was a Glad Christmas song I heard on KCBI in Dallas years ago that brought them to my attention. I am sure it had doot-dooing in it, but I do not remember whistling. Still, it is always important to hear the words from Christmas songs. Here's lyrics that still bring a tear to my eyes. Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
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