Christmas! The very word brings joy to our hearts. No matter how we may dread the rush, the long Christmas lists for gifts and cards to be bought and given — when Christmas Day comes there is still the same warm feeling we had as children, the same warmth that enfolds our hearts and our homes. ~Joan Winmill Brown

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RAOK:  Instead of posting negativity online, spread some encouragement

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BarlowGirl - Hallelujah (Light Has Come) Official Music Video HD
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtZRl7HJ4DI
Beautiful video

Hallelujah (Light Has Come)
BarlowGirl
Hm my Baby
Heaven sent you to me
All the worlds been praying
Who will Save?
But who am I
That here tonight
I hold the one
Who'll Bring us life
Hallelujah,
We've been found
A child is born
To save us now
Hallelujah light has come
A Savior who will set us free
A Promise for those who believe
Do you hear the Angels
Sing for you my baby
Men and kings have come to
Bow to you
But here in my arms
So close to me
The son of God
Now all can see
Hallelujah We've been found
A child is born to save us now
Jesus Hallelujah light has come
A savior set us free
So praise to God on high
He has heard our cry

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Christmas Pinwheel cookies
Make your favorite sugar cookie recipe.  Divide dough in half. Add red or green food coloring to one half of the dough, leave the other half plain.  Mold each color into a ball, wrap in plastic and chill at least an hour.  On parchment paper, roll each half into a 6 by 12 rectangle.  Stack one on top of the other.  Roll up into a log, like you would for cinnamon rolls, then roll the log in sprinkles until well coated.  Wrap in plastic and chill.  Heat oven to 350 degrees, line cookie sheet with parchment paper.  Slice the cookie dough into to rounds 1/4 to ½ inch thick.  Bake for 10 to 12 minutes.  Transfer cookies to rack to cool.


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Christmas
Every time a hand reaches out
To help another... that is Christmas.
Every time someone puts anger aside
And strives for understanding
That is Christmas.
Every time people forget their differences
And realize their love for each other
That is Christmas.
May this Christmas bring us
Closer to the spirit of human understanding
Closer to the blessing of peace!

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Keep The Christmas Spirit 

So remember while December, 
Brings the only Christmas Day.
In the year let there be Christmas 
In the things you do and say.
Wouldn't life be worth living 
Wouldn't dreams be coming true.
If we kept the Christmas spirit 
All the whole year through.


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We had no one at the library this afternoon, and to pass the time, I typed ‘Christmas news articles’ into a search engine to see if there were any story ideas in the news.  One of the articles out of Ohio caught my eye.  I thought “this could be a great story,” so I wrote it.  Whether it’s great or not depends on you I guess.  The basic events are true.  I fictionalized peoples names and statements.

Exercise in Love

“162.00 dollars ... 163.00 dollars ...164.00 dollars .... We made $164!  That makes $194.00 total, said Meghan joyfully There’s enough money here for something nice for each of the kids.”

“Lit,” said Jamal.

“I’ll lock it in my desk tonight, then you can take it to the bank after school on Monday.”

Monday morning, shrieks of “Oh, no!  My desk!  My desk!” rang through the halls.  Miss Melissa Magonigle’s students hurried into her classroom.  As they rounded the corner, they saw her desk drawer, broken to pieces, laying on the floor.  The money was gone.

Her desk was just one of many that were robbed over the weekend, but it was the hardest to accept.  Her class had planned and successfully completed a fund raising project to help a local family in need.  It was too late to start again.  What would they do?  All but $30.00 of the money they raised was gone.  It was over.  Miss Magonigle was sad and disheartened.  Her students were angry.  Throughout the day, her students told and retold the story in every class.  

“Melissa, I heard about the money.  I’m so sorry.  This isn’t much, but maybe it will help”, a fellow teacher said as they walked through the parking lot.  She handed her a twenty.

The next morning, a teacher approached her holding out a ten dollar bill.  “I hope they find out who did this and that you get the money back.”

“Here, Melissa, take this, I hate to think of kids going without at Christmas”.  

“I couldn’t believe when the kids told me about this in class yesterday.  Let me help.”

“Rotten luck, so sorry to hear it.  Here’s a five.”

All day long teachers handed her money.  Students who were not in any of her classes handed money to her in the hallway.  Parents came into the office and asked if they could give money to Miss Magonigle to help the needy family.  Within 24 hours, the fund had over $800.00 in it.  What could have been a disaster, turned into an exercise in love.  

This Christmas, I hope we will remember to give with a heart full of love.  2 Corinthians 9:7 - Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, [so let him give]; not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver.
When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things — not the great occasions — give off the greatest glow of happiness. ~Bob Hope

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RAOK:  Purchase some extra dog or cat food and drop it off at an animal shelter

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Il Divo - When a child is born
slide show
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJFYtwiT92Y

[Sebastien:]
A ray of hope flickers in the sky
A tiny star lights up way up high

[Urs:]
All across the land dawns a brand new morn',
This comes to pass when a child is born.

[Carlos:]
A silent wish sails the seven seas
The winds of change whisper in the trees

[David:]
And the walls of doubt crumble tossed and torn,
This comes to pass when a child is born.

It's all a dream, an illusion now.
It must come true some time soon somehow
All across the land dawns a brand new morn',
This comes to pass when a child is born.
When a child is born.

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German Pancakes
extracted from https://tastesbetterfromscratch.com/german-pancakes-2/
* The website has excellent instructions
6 large eggs
1 cup milk
1 cup all-purpose flour
dash salt
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
5 Tablespoons butter
Preheat oven to 425 degrees F.
As oven preheats, put the butter in an un-greased 9x13-in. baking dish and place in oven, just until melted. 
Place the eggs, milk, flour, salt and vanilla in a blender; cover and process until smooth. Pour batter into baking dish, over melted butter.
Bake, for 22-27 minutes or until edges are golden brown and puffy.
To serve, sprinkle generously with powdered sugar and syrup.
Try serving these with easy homemade cinnamon syrup

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Imagine my surprise when I got online about an hour ago and discovered yesterdays’ blog didn’t post!  I just got home from the library, and found the bare bones.  I will publish that, then move on to todays.  Merry Christmas everyone, don ‘t let the little things (like blogs not posting) drive y ou crazy! __ Marilee 

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The Faded Blue Blanket
~~ Fred Bauer

The most frightened shepherd that night was little Ladius, just ten. He cowered behind his three older brothers when the blinding star lit the hillside. When the angel appeared, he hid behind a huge rock.

Yet, after Ladius heard the glad news, fear left him, and he limped back to his brothers, who were planning to set out for Bethlehem.

"Who will tend the sheep?" asked Samuel, the oldest at sixteen. Ladius, leaning against his shepherd's crook to support a crippled foot, volunteered, "I'd only slow you down. Let me stay with the sheep." He wet his lip as he talked. The brothers weakly protested at first, then made plans to go.

"We must each take a gift," said Samuel. One brother chose his flint to start a fire for the Christ child. Another picked meadow lilies to make a garland for the king. Samuel decided on his most precious possession -- his gold ring.

"Here -- take my blanket to him," said Ladius. It was badly worn, a faded blue with patches.

"No, Ladius," said Samuel, tenderly. "The blanket is too tattered to give even a beggar -- let alone a king. Besides, you will need it tonight."

The brothers departed, leaving Ladius alone by the fire. He laid his head upon the blanket and buried his face in his hands. Tears forced their way between his fingers, but soon the hush of night soothed the boy's heartbeat. The world in silent stillness lay ...

"Are you coming, Ladius?" called a voice. Standing nearby was the same angel who had brought the news. "You wanted to see the child, didn't you?"

"Yes," nodded Ladius, "but I must stay here."

"My name is Gabriel," said the angel. "Your sheep will be watched. Take my hand, and bring your blanket. The child may need it."

Suddenly, Ladius was outside a stable. Kneeling by a manger were his brothers. Ladius started to call out, but the angel lifted a finger to his lips.

"Give me the blanket," Gabriel whispered. The angel took it and quietly covered the baby. But the blanket was no longer faded. Now it glistened like dew in the brilliance of a new day. Returning, Gabriel squeezed Ladius's hand, "Your gift was best because you gave all that you had ..."

"Wake up, Ladius, wake up!" The boy rubbed his eyes and tried to shield them from the glaring sun. Hovering over him was Samuel.

"Did you find him?" asked Ladius.

"Yes," replied Samuel, "but first tell me why you were sleeping without your blanket."

Ladius looked about with wonder. The faded blue blanket was nowhere to be found -- then, or thereafter.