Luke 2: 48-49

48 and when they saw him, they were amazed: and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou thus dealt with us? Behold , thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing.

49 And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? Wist ye not that I must be about my father’s business?



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Who can add to Christmas? The perfect motive is that God so loved the world. The perfect gift is that He gave His only Son. The only requirement is to believe in Him. The reward of faith is that you shall have everlasting life." -Corrie Ten Boom



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The Holly and the Ivy


(traditional British folk song. The first written references to this song was found in 1823)


The Holly and the Ivy - YouTube


The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.

The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a berry,
As sweet as any flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our sweet savior.

The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
On Christmas Day in the morn
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a berry,
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To do poor sinners good

The holly bears a bark,
As bitter as any gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
For to redeem us all.

The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.


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Thanks to Ev for sharing this with me ~~ Marilee


Ev: This is a tradition we did as my children grew up):


"One December we gathered our family together for a family meeting. We asked our 11-year-old son how it would be if on his birthday the family members gave presents to everyone but him. He didn't like that at all. We went on to ask if there was a holiday when we gave gifts to others but not to the person whose birthday we were celebrating. It didn't take the children long to realize we were talking about Christmas. That year, however, we wanted to make Christmas more meaningful by giving gifts to the Savior, whose birthday we were celebrating.

Three-year-old Laralyn headed to her room and returned carrying her favorite doll. "Daddy, could I give my dolly to Jesus?" she asked. We explained that the Savior knew of her willingness to give Him her most prized possession and that He would want her to take care of the dolly for Him. She was delighted and said, "I love giving gifts to Jesus."

By now our children had become more reflective. What could they give the Savior? We discussed what He would want. We talked about how He paid for our sins and wanted us to give them up. We talked about how He would want us to give of ourselves through service and sharing our talents. Gifts could also include being more obedient in such areas as journal writing, scripture reading, and keeping the commandments.

We put a little white box on the fireplace mantle (for our family it's in the manger by the fireplace) and asked our family members to write their gifts (letters) to Christ on slips of paper and place the slips in the box. then we explained on Christmas morning, before all the other gifts were opened, we would finally have family prayer and then share with each other the gifts we were giving to the Savior for the coming year. (ours is Christmas Eve)


My little box for notes to Jesus with goals - in the manger I made years ago with my sis Marilyn


As the years have come and gone, the traditions of the white (ours gold trimmed) box has helped our family focus on the real meaning of Christmas and on our love and gratitude for the Savior."


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Here’s another tradition which was sent to me. Mary’s family places a pickle on their Christmas tree after the kids go to bed on Christmas Eve. The child who finds the pickle first, gets to open the first present on Christmas morning. I’ve been trying to track down the history of the pickle. Here’s what I’ve found so far. Some say that the tradition started almost two thousand years ago when Saint Nicklaus resurrected 2 young boys whose bodies he found in a pickle barrel. Another legend says that it all began in Germany hundreds of years ago, and that German immigrants brought it here to the states with them. Another legend states that during the Civil War, a captured soldier named John Lower, was sent to Andersonville.  Starvation was a reality in that prisoner of war camp.  Lower wished for a pickle to ease his hunger-his last meal. A compassionate guard brought him a pickle.  John lived, and every year after that he put a pickle on his Christmas tree.  A 4th story says that the legend of the pickle was started by a salesman in Michigan who had lots of glass fruit and vegetable ornaments in his store. People bought everything but the pickles, so he made up a legend to sell his ornaments. Whoever made it up, it could be fun. You could even make up your own legend.  For example, our oldest daughter loved sweet pickles, even as a baby.  Her Grandpa would give her a sweet pickle and she would fall asleep sucking on it like a pacifier.  We could make up a legend about that the pickle ~ Marilee



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Here is a fun recipe for Grinch popcorn.  Follow this link, or goto my pinterest page.

Grinch Popcorn - Two Sisters (twosisterscrafting.com)





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Christmas Blessings

By Willis A. Potter



The many blessings we receive stem from our Savior’s birth

When as a babe in Bethlehem, he came to dwell on earth.



We find the Christmas holidays bring extra love and cheer

And we enjoy the happy times with loved ones kind and dear.



The Christmas trees, the caroling, the myriad Christmas lights,

The gifts, games and special treats add all to our delights.



Our foremost blessing is the gift of God’s beloved Son,

Who will forgive us as we repent and right the wrong’s we’ve done.



As the rock of our salvation, Jesus came mankind to save.

His atonement brought redemption from our sins and from the grave.



He gave us the Beatitudes, taught us faith and prayer,

He taught us not to lie or steal, to be honest kind and fair.



The Good Samaritans kindness was our Savior’s teaching tool,

To love our neighbor as ourself, we must heed his golden rule.



He said, “I am the Good Shepherd,” we become his faithful sheep,

As we can love and follow him and his commandments keep.



For blessings at this Christmas time, we thank our Savior dear,

May each one share his love and care all through the coming year.





 


1The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.



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I wish you joy.
I am thinking of you today
because it is Christmas,
and I wish you happiness
and tomorrow, because it will
be the day after Christmas.
I shall still wish you
happiness...my thoughts and
my wishes will be with you
always.  Whatever joy comes
to you will make me glad.
All through the year...
I wish you the spirit of
Christmas.
Henry Van Dyke



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I'll Be Home For Christmas - Home Free - YouTube


This beautiful video includes military reunions


I'll be home for Christmas;
You can count on me.
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents
under the tree.

(vocalizing)
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love-light gleams.
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams.


I’ll be home, I’ll be home

If only in my dreams

I’ll be home, I’ll be home

If only in my dreams


I'm dreamin
g tonight of a place I love,
Even more th
an I usually do
And although I know it's a long road back
I promise you

I'll be home for Christmas;
You can count on me.
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents
under the tree.
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love-light gleam
s.
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams.
I’ll be home, I’ll be home

If only in my dreams



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Each year, I do a tribute blog to those serving in the military and their families. The family and friends of service men and women pay a huge price during the holidays. Their loved ones serve in the Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Air Force, Space Force and Coast Guard, as well as in special units. States vary, countries vary, assignments vary. I thought about the stories I’ve used spanning the decades, and I wondered, what happened to Betty. Here is her story



Santa is Coming to Town
Betty Tisdale


I will never forget the Christmas in Vietnam when Santa Claus truly came to town.

It is always very-very hot in December. The temperatures were over 100 humid degrees and we were in the middle of the war.

I was working at An Lac Orphanage, started by Mme. Vu Thi Ngai in Haiphong, and through the book "Deliver Us From Evil" written by Dr. Tom Dooley, was able to give a home to thousands of children.

After Dr. Tom's death in l961, I took over the orphanage and sustained it until l975 when I evacuated 219 babies.

Our orphanage had been adopted by the 121 Signal Battalion, the 1st Infantry Division. The men were stationed ten miles from our orphanage.

The children were at the annex in the country.

(There was a lot of Vietcong activity around the area. Shortly after all the fruit trees were defoliated and we could not use the annex.)

The Infantry decided to surprise the orphans and give them a Christmas party.

The men wrote to their wives, sisters and girlfriends over seas and asked if they would mail gifts for the children.

Well, gifts started to arrive, all wrapped in brightly colored holiday paper.

On Christmas day the Signal Battalion arrived in several trucks. The trucks where piled high with hundreds of colored gift wrapped parcels. Just then we heard the whirl of a helicopter overhead. We all looked up. This sound meant our men were flying off into combat and the sound was not a happy one for us.

But, this time the helicopter landed in a field across from the orphanage and out came Santa Claus.

Walking towards us, waving to the children, in 100 degree humid heat, in full regalia, complete with beard, and with more gifts came the first Santa any of the children had ever seen.

A three piece orchestra from the 121st Signal Battalion was playing "Silver Bells"........it was so moving.

The children soon joined in with Jingle Bells - as I had taught them.

They also sang Auld Lang Syne in Vietnamese - there wasn't a dry eye in the audience of soldiers. Maj. Bill Hilsman (now a General) and Sgt. Deeble and Lt. Fisher put it all together. These were the true angels of An Lac.

We brought all the children back over to the annex and I remember them lined up. Almost 400 children lined up - only the babies were not there.

Rows and rows of children. The children were not in rows facing us, but rows facing the building and all the soldiers, all ranks, all ages, sat on the steps with the piles of gifts stacked up beside them handing the gifts out to the children.

As each child came up to receive their gift they put their hands across their chests and said "Cam on"... Thank-you.

That is when I looked up. And saw a sight that I will never forget. On the flat of the roof of the Annex at Di-An were our soldiers standing around the circumference of the roof -- guns in readiness protecting the children and the orphanage staff of volunteers from

snipers.

The children of An Lac owe their lives to this wonderful group of solders that came to protect them.

At 4 PM the An Lac soldiers had to leave us and return to their base at Bien Hoa, it was time to go back into the field of battle.

It truly is a Christmas I will always remember.

Betty’s Note: Twenty 20 years later, in 1995 when I returned to find the ones I had left behind - we had a reunion of about 60 of the grown children and the first thing they did - was sing Jingle Bells.


Betty gave me permission to use her story in 2001. She was known as the “Angel of Saigon” after she helped airlift 219 orphans from Vietnam in the days before the fall of Saigon. She went on to support orphans and at-risk children around the world through her nonprofit, Helping and Loving Orphans. Betty died in 2015 at the age of 93. She is survived by 10 children. Betty was a service woman who never took “no” for an answer. If she was here today, she would be striving to help those who are the victims of war. ~~ Military wives play a huge part in the support of their family at home as well as those on assignment. With the increasing role women play in the military, there are many husbands left behind as well.


When God Created the Military Wife

extracted from When God Created the Military Wife (tngenweb.org)

When the Lord was creating a military wife He ran into His sixth day of overtime. An angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"

The Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? It has to be completely independent but must always be sponsored to get on a military installation. It must have the qualities of both mother and father during deployments, be a perfect host to 4 or 40, handle emergencies without an instruction manual, cope with flu and moves all around the world, have a kiss that cures anything from a child's bruised knee to a husband's weary days, have the patience of a saint when waiting for its mate to come home and, have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands? No way." The Lord answered, "Don't worry; we will make other military wives to help. Besides, it's not the hands that are causing the problem, it's the heart. It must swell with pride, sustain the ache of numerous separations while remaining true, beat soundly even when it feels too tired to do so, be large enough to say 'I understand' when it doesn't, and say 'I love you', regardless.

"Lord," said the angel, gently touching His sleeve. "Go to bed. You can finish it tomorrow." "I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something quite unique. Already it can heal itself when sick, on a moment’s notice it will willingly embrace and feed total strangers who have been stranded during a PCS move and it can wave goodbye to its husband understanding why he had to leave."

The angel circled the model of the military wife very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.

"But tough," the Lord said excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this being can do or endure."

"Can it think?" asked the angel. "Can it think?! It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m.," replied the Lord.

Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she said. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model." It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear." "What's it for?" asked the angel. "It's for joy, sadness, pain, loneliness and pride." "You're a genius," said the angel.

Looking at her somberly, the Lord replied, "I didn't put it there."


This is a list of organizations which support veterans and their families.  As always, check into ANYTHING before you donate.  

  • American Legion
  • Cars for Veterans – Car donations help fund programs
  • Disabled American Veteran (DAV) – Assists disabled veterans, veterans, their families, their widowed spouses.
  • Elks Lodge – Dedicated Elks volunteers put their passion for serving veterans into action through through many veterans programs including Adopt-A-Veteran, Freedom grants, VA voluntary service and more.
  • Honor Flight
  • Iraq & Afghanistan Veterans of America – IAVA leads the charge on combating veteran suicide, improving support for female veterans, ending the VA disability claims backlog, and defending veterans’ education benefits.
  • Operation Home Front – Helps the families of service members and wounded warriors.
  • National Coalition for Homeless Veterans – Assists veterans in crisis.
  • Red Cross – Services for Veterans.
  • Salvation Army – For services in your area, contact your local Salvation Army.
  • Semper Fi Fund – The Semper Fi Fund, and its program America’s Fund, provide immediate financial assistance and lifetime support to post 9/11 wounded, critically ill and injured members of all branches of the U.S. Armed Forces, and their families, ensuring that they have the resources they need during their recovery and transition back to their communities.
  • Soldiers Angels – This program assists patients at the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs medical centers. This support can range from visiting patients to providing comfort items (like blankets and quilts) and clothing, to sponsoring special events like BBQs or assisting VA facilities with large-scale efforts to improve in-patients’ quality of life.
  • VA Search – Find local VA hospitals and more
  • VA Volunteer Services – Volunteer or donate your time to the VA Voluntary Service
  • Veterans of Foreign Wars – The VFW offers a wide range of assistance programs aimed at helping veterans.
  • Vets Christmas Ride
  • USO

Thank you for your service, and bless you all~~Marilee.





Ye my flock,

 




The shepherds reverently approached the stable to worship the King of kings. How will we worship Him this season? Endlessly shopping? Hustling about and adorning our homes? Will that be our tribute to our Savior? Or will we bring peace to troubled hearts, good will to those in need of higher purpose, glory to God in our willingness to do His bidding? Ronald A. Rasband



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Ezekiel 34:31 And ye my flock, the flock of my pasture, are men, and I am your God, saith the Lord GOD.”



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Carol of the Bells - The Annie Moses Band (Official Music Video) - YouTube



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I had a request for this story, and am posting it today. It’s such a great story.  Good Sabbath, everyone ~~ Marilee



The Christmas I Remember Best

It should have been the worst, the bleakest of Christmases. It turned out to be the loveliest of all my life.

I was nine years old, one of seven children, and we lived in a little farming town in Utah. It had been a tragic year for all of us. But we still had our father, and that made all the difference.

Every year in our town a Christmas Eve Social was held at the church. How well I remember Dad buttoning our coats, placing us on our long homemade sleigh and pulling us to the church about a mile away. It was snowing. How cold and good it felt on our faces. We held tight to one another, and above the crunch of snow beneath Dad’s feet we could hear him softly whistling Silent Night.

Mama had died that previous summer. She had been confined to bed for three years, so Dad had assumed all mother and father responsibilities. I remember him standing me on a stool by our big round kitchen table and teaching me to mix bread. But my main task was being Mama’s hands and feet until that day in June, her own birthday, when she died. Two months later came the big fire. Our barn, sheds, haystacks and livestock were destroyed. It was a calamity, but Dad stood between us and the disaster. We weren’t even aware of how poor we were. We had no money at all.

I don’t remember much about the Christmas Eve Social. I just remember Dad pulling us there and pulling us back. Later, in the front room around our pot-bellied stove, he served us warm milk and bread. Our Christmas tree, topped by a little worn cardboard angel, had been brought from the nearby hills. Strings of our home-grown popcorn made it the most beautiful tree I had ever seen–or smelled.

After supper Dad made all seven of us sit in a half circle by the tree. I remember I wore a long flannel nightgown. He sat on the floor facing us and told us that he was ready to give us our Christmas gift. We waited, puzzled because we thought Christmas presents were for Christmas morning. Dad looked at our expectant faces. “Long ago, “he said, “on a night like this, some poor shepherds were watching their sheep on a lonely hillside. When all of a sudden ...”

His quiet voice went on and on, telling the story of the Christ Child in his own simple words, and I’ll never forget how love and gratitude seemed to fill the room. There was light from the oil lamp and warmth from the stove, but somehow it was far more than that. We felt Mama’s presence. We learned that loving someone was far more important than having something. We were filled with peace and happiness and joy.

When the story ended Dad had us all kneel for a family prayer. Then he said, “Try to remember, when everything else seems to be lost, the greatest of all remains: God’s love for us. That’s what Christmas means. That’s the gift that can never be taken away.”

The next morning we found dad had whittled little presents for each of us and hung them on the tree, dolls for the girls, whistles for the boys. But he was right: He had given us our real gift the night before. All this happened long ago, but to this day it all comes back to me whenever I hear Silent Night or feel snowflakes on my face, or – best of all–when I get an occasional glimpse of Christ shining in my 90-year-old father’s face.