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Micah 5:2 But you, O Bethlehem Ephrathah, who are too little to be among the clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to be ruler in Israel, whose coming forth is from of old, from ancient days.



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“The giving of gifts is not something man invented. God started the giving spree when He gave a gift beyond words, the unspeakable gift of His Son.”



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This beautiful lyric video uses Michael McLean’s song from “The Forgotten Carols” set to a video of Jerusalem, Mary and Joseph’s arrival and the birth of the Savior, the shepherds and even us today. It’s a heart touching song of love, forgiveness and hope. I’m sure you will enjoy it as well.



The Innkeeper - Let Him In

Music by Michael McClean



And whether it be
In your world today
Or a crowded Bethlehem Inn,
Find a way
Make Him room
Let Him in



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When I focus on myself, I feel pretty inadequate and I wonder how anyone as "human" as I am could ever do Christmas right! Then memories flood in of times when Christmas past was filled with joy.  In the book of John, Christ is referred to as the lamb of God. More than 10 years ago, my closest neighbors had sheep. They raised them for their wool and also to sell as breeding stock. I loved to walk down and look at them, to take my grandchildren with me, especially at Christmas time. We talked about our Savior and how he is both the Shepherd and the Lamb. When Linda (the owner/shepherd) entered the pens, they followed her wherever she went. They “mobbed” her, wanting to be close to her, to touch her. She loved her lambs, and they loved her. The Savior was the perfect lamb, the one who would be sacrificed for all of us because He loves us, and we love Him. I think of Him every time I drive down the road. Take a look at your own past and resurrect your memories of joyful times. Look for connections to Our Savior, Jesus Christ. He is the source of our joy. ~~ Marilee



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Lamb crafts for children:

Paper plate lambs:

http://www.dltk-kids.com/animals/melamb.html

Easy Lamb Craft

© by Leanne Guenther

This cute little lamb is described as a March project, it will be great for Christmas.  The project involves gluing cotton balls or batting to a round circle and then gluing on facial features – easy and cute. For complete instructions, check the above link, or go to my pinterest page.



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Slow Cooker Beef Brisket

1 (3-pound) beef brisket (preferably flat cut)
2 teaspoons kosher salt, divided
3 tablespoons vegetable oil
3 large sweet onions, thinly sliced
6 cloves garlic, minced
1 teaspoon smoked paprika
1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 teaspoon dried thyme
1 teaspoon dried oregano
2 cups low-sodium beef broth
1/2 cup ketchup
1/2 cup packed light brown sugar
1 tablespoon tomato paste
1 pound red potatoes, cut into 2-inch pieces
1 pound carrots, peeled and cut into 1-inch pieces

Prepare the brisket, set it in the slow cooker. Pat the brisket dry with paper towels. If your brisket has a particularly thick fat cap, you can remove it now — I almost never bother, though, as the fat makes for an even more luxurious brisket. Sprinkle the brisket on all sides with 1 teaspoon of the salt. Place it in a 6-quart or larger slow cooker.

Brown the onions and garlic over medium-high heat. Heat the oil in a large frying pan over medium-high heat until shimmering. Add the onions and cook until softened and beginning to brown and char in some spots, about 8 minutes. Add the garlic and cook until fragrant, about 2 minutes more.

Add the spices and cook until fragrant. Add the smoked paprika, black pepper, thyme, oregano, and remaining 1 teaspoon salt and cook, stirring occasionally, until very fragrant, about 1 minute.

Move the onions and garlic to the slow cooker, covering the brisket. Carefully transfer the onions over the brisket.

Deglaze the pan with the beef broth, then add the sauce ingredients and bring to a simmer. Return the pan to medium-high heat, add the broth, and use a spatula or wooden spoon to scrape all the lovely browned bits up off the bottom of the pan. Add the ketchup, brown sugar, and tomato paste, and stir to combine. Bring the mixture to a simmer, then pour over the onions and brisket.

Cover and cook on low for 6 to 8 hours. Add the potatoes and carrots to the slow cooker, tucking them around the brisket. Cover and cook on the LOW setting for 6 to 8 hours. The brisket is done when it easily shreds when pulled, but it shouldn’t be falling apart.



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The Christmas Lamb

By Linda A. Copp

extracted from http://sunniebunniezz.com/poetry/thechristmaslamb5.htm



Have you ever heard the story of  "The Christmas Lamb?"



It was a cold and wintry evening

over 2,000 years ago,

when "The Christmas Star" arose.

Big and bold and bright,

shining over Bethlehem

 it set the night aglow.



Shepherds standing watch

over their flocks nearby

in awe, looking to the sky

 decided to follow it and so,

They were the first to visit HIM,

the first to come to know

of this babe laid in a manger

huddling against the cold,

Fulfilling the ancient prophecy

of what had been foretold.



This little boy, this newborn, King of Kings

wrapped up in rags and yet,

crowned in peace and light,

Was what this little lamb had come to see

as he followed them that night.

Then looking on with shepherds,

the donkey and the ox,

this little lamb saw something more

that he could do.

And walking bravely from amidst

the shepherds' flocks,

He lay down by the sleeping boy,

to warm this Prince of Peace.

And wrapped himself about HIS feet

offering his fleece

as warmth against the icy air.

His body to be a living blanket of

his loving care.



Little Jesus opened up his eyes

and touched him

with his small yet, loving hands,

Thankful for this lamb's sweet gift

he'd given just as lovingly,

to the Son of Man.



Then baby Jesus filled him with HIS Spirit

then bade him with a smile

to go forth and to do this~

To follow in the footsteps of those

who would come to speak HIS name

and those who would give of themselves

so joyously, that they would know

they'd do this not in vain.



For he was the Messiah

they had long been waiting for,

And this was the holiest of nights

that had ever been thus, far.



Now, The little lamb stayed with the Child

long after this holy eve

for in his heart he knew the truth,

his faith and he believed.

And still watching then,

when much later,

 the three Wisemen came

kneeling with their gifts of

franc, incense and myrrh

and murmuring Jesus name.

He touched them with his simplicity,

his humility!

A symbol evermore

Of the  Christ Child in all HIS glory.



And so, you see,

This is the simple story

of how a little lamb

who gave unselfishly

but of himself

came to understand

the wonder and the glory

of "The Christmas Story!"



By Linda A. Copp

December 17, 2001







For to us

 Isaiah 9:6 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.


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It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you.”—Saint Teresa of Calcutta



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The television show “The Chosen” has done many beautiful Christmas Concerts.  This song is from one of those concerts.  Cain is a Christian group.  So why would a Christian group call itself Cain? Because it’s their last name.  This video song shows the group performance and is more of a country style of music.



CAIN - "Wonderful" (Christmas with The Chosen) - YouTube

I need a wonderful counselor

The mighty God, the prince of peace

Who's strong enough to carry me

Immanuel, God with us

The one whose love will never end

Oh, Jesus, can you make this season

Wonderful?


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What is joy? Where is it found? How do we increase it's presence in our lives? These are all good questions. Let's see if together we can find some good answers. Websters says that joy is "a noun and a verb that refers to a feeling of great pleasure or happiness, or something that gives joy". I like Dr. Pamela Ebstyne King's definition. "Joy is an enduring, deep delight in what holds the most significance". I find joy in Christmas traditions. I find joy in setting up and decorating my nativity tree, baking cookies, giving hugs and being a Secret Santa for someone. Observing our family traditions fills me with warmth and love. It makes me feel all smiles. I guess you could say my definition of joy is "warmth, hugs, love, smiles and deep delight". ~~ Marilee


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Here's a fun ornament making project you can try :

How to make Yarn Wrapped Star ornaments for Christmas
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/117164027799455195/


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All of the recipes this year will be crockpot recipes. I looked for a good one to start the year off with a bang (or a punch if you like puns)


Spiced berry punch

4 cups frozen unsweetened mixed berries

1/4 cup sugar

2 cinnamon sticks (3 inches)

6 whole star anise

8 cups cranberry-raspberry juice

Mixed fresh berries, optional

In a 5- or 6-qt. slow cooker, combine the first 5 ingredients. Cook, covered, on low 2-3 hours or until heated through. Strain punch, discarding fruit and spices. If desired, serve with fresh berries.



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Norman Wesley Brooks wrote this holiday poem in 1976, spreading the spirit of Christmas throughout the year. He worked as a draftsman and design engineer, but loved his hobbies of singing, piano, and poetry.


Let Every Day Be Christmas

Christmas is forever, not for just one day,
for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away
like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.
The good you do for others is good you do yourself.
Norman Wesley Brooks


The True Meaning of Christmas ~ A Poem by Brian Walters

Can be found at:

“The True Meaning of Christmas” by Brian Walters – Literary Fictions

The True Meaning of Christmas – All Christmas


In today’s day and time,
it’s easy to lose sight
of the true meaning of Christmas
and one special night.

Amidst the tinsel and glitter
of ribbons of gold,
we forget about the child
born on a night so cold.

When we go shopping
we ask “How much will it cost?”
Then the true meaning of Christmas
somehow becomes lost.

The children look for Santa
and his big red sleigh
and forget about the child
whose bed was made of hay.

In reality, when we look
into the night sky
we don’t see a sleigh
but a star burning bright and high.

A faithful reminder
of that night so long ago
and the child called Jesus
whose love the world would know.

“Blessed is the season

 Isaiah 7:14 Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.


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Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.”—Hamilton Wright Mabie.


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Christmas is a time when we find our way back home, whether in person or in our hearts. It's a time to celebrate the birth of Jesus, relive childhood memories, continue cherished traditions, and share hospitality and good will with others. I am grateful to share with each of you my love of, and faith in our Savior, Jesus Christ. The past year has been challenging for people across my country and my world. I started to list all of the problems we've faced: war, fire, hurricanes, drought ... and realized that's not how I want to start this year's emails. This year my blog will be centered around "joy". What it is, where we find it, and how we increase its presence in our lives. Join me this year for poems, slow cooker recipes, decorating tips and music. Join me and see the color, taste the flavors, feel the warmth and texture of the season and delight in the ability that you possess to make it memorable. Make every moment, every thought, every action into a celebration of Christ’s life and love. ~~ Marilee


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Sunday's emails are generally a song and story. This year’s music will be done differently. I have been notified that printing the entire lyrics for songs on my blog is a copyright violation, so this year I will provide links to some of my favorite lyric Christmas videos as well as a few lines from the lyrics. I hope that many of you will take the time to listen to this beautiful music. Music fills my heart with such joy. “Christmas time is Here” is a song that we associate with “A Charlie Brown Christmas”. Sissel’s version is incredible!



Christmas Time is Here - SISSEL



"Christmas time is here

Happiness and cheer

Fun for all that children call

Their favorite time of the year …"


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 A Story of the Christ-Child – A German Legend for Christmas Eve

As Told By Elizabeth Harrison found on multiple internet sites.

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, on the night before Christmas, a little child was wandering all alone through the streets of a great city.

There were many people on the street, fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, uncles and aunts, and even gray-haired grandfathers and grandmothers, all of whom were hurrying home with bundles of presents for each other and for their little ones.

Fine carriages rolled by, express wagons rattled past, even old carts were pressed into service, and all things seemed in a hurry and glad with expectation of the coming Christmas morning.

From some of the windows bright lights were already beginning to stream until it was almost as bright as day.

But the little child seemed to have no home, and wandered about listlessly from street to street.

No one took any notice of him except perhaps Jack Frost, who bit his bare toes and made the ends of his fingers tingle.

The north wind, too, seemed to notice the child, for it blew against him and pierced his ragged garments through and through, causing him to shiver with cold.

Home after home he passed, looking with longing eyes through the windows, in upon the glad, happy children, most of whom were helping to trim the Christmas trees for the coming morrow.

Surely,” said the child to himself, “where there is so must gladness and happiness, some of it may be for me.”

So with timid steps he approached a large and handsome house.

Through the windows, he could see a tall and stately Christmas tree already lighted. Many presents hung upon it. Its green boughs were trimmed with gold and silver ornaments.

Slowly he climbed up the broad steps and gently rapped at the door. It was opened by a large man-servant. He had a kindly face, although his voice was deep and gruff.

He looked at the little child for a moment, then sadly shook his head and said, “Go down off the steps. There is no room here for such as you.”

He looked sorry as he spoke; possibly he remembered his own little ones at home,
and was glad that they were not out in this cold and bitter night.

Through the open door a bright light shone, and the warm air, filled with fragrance of the Christmas pine, rushed out from the inner room and greeted the little wanderer with a kiss.

As the child turned back into the cold and darkness, he wondered why the footman had spoken thus, for surely, thought he, those little children would love to have another companion join them in their joyous Christmas festival.

But the little children inside did not even know that he had knocked at the door.

The street grew colder and darker as the child passed on.  He went sadly forward, saying to himself, Is there no one in all this great city who will share the Christmas with me?”

Farther and farther down the street he wandered, to where the homes were not so large and beautiful. There seemed to be little children inside of nearly all the houses. They were dancing and frolicking about.

Christmas trees could be seen in nearly every window, with beautiful dolls and trumpets and picture-books and balls and tops and other dainty toys hung upon them.

In one window the child noticed a little lamb made of soft white wool. Around its neck was tied a red ribbon. It had evidently been hung on the tree for one of the children.

The little stranger stopped before this window and looked long and earnestly at the beautiful things inside, but most of all was he drawn toward the white lamb.

At last creeping up to the window-pane, he gently tapped upon it.

A little girl came to the window and looked out into the dark street where the snow had now begun to fall. She saw the child, but she only frowned and shook her head and said, Go away and come some other time. We are too busy to take care of you now.”

Back into the dark, cold streets he turned again. The wind was whirling past him and seemed to say, “Hurry on, hurry on, we have no time to stop. Tis Christmas Eve and everybody is in a hurry to-night.”

Again and again the little child rapped softly at door or window-pane. At each place he was refused admission.

One mother feared he might have some ugly disease, which her darlings would catch;
another father said he had only enough for his own children and none to spare for beggars.
Still another told him to go home where he belonged, and not to trouble other folks.

The hours passed; later grew the night, and colder grew the wind, and darker seemed the street. Farther and farther the little one wandered.

There was scarcely any one left upon the street by this time, and the few who remained did not seem to see the child, when suddenly ahead of him there appeared a bright, single ray of light.

It shone through the darkness into the child’s eyes.

He looked up smilingly and said, “I will go where the small light beckons, perhaps they will share their Christmas with me.”

Hurrying past all the other houses, he soon reached the end of the street and went straight up to the window from which the light was streaming.

It was a poor, little, low house, but the child cared not for that.The light seemed still to call him in. From what do you suppose the light came?

Nothing but a tallow candle, which had been placed in an old cup with a broken handle, in the window, as a glad token of Christmas Eve.

There was neither curtain nor shade to the small, square window and as the little child looked in he saw standing upon a neat wooden table a branch of a Christmas tree.

The room was plainly furnished but it was very clean. Near the fireplace sat a lovely faced mother with a little two-year-old on her knee and an older child beside her.

The two children were looking into their mother’s face and listening to a story.
She must have been telling them a Christmas story, I think.

A few bright coals were burning in the fireplace, and all seemed light and warm within.

The little wanderer crept closer and closer to the window-pane.

So sweet was the mother’s face, so loving seemed the little children, that at last he took courage and tapped gently, very gently on the door. The mother stopped talking, the little children looked up. What was that, mother?” asked the little girl at her side.

I think it was some one tapping on the door,” replied the mother. Run as quickly as you can and open it, dear, for it is a bitter cold night to keep any one waiting in this storm.” Oh, mother, I think it was the bough of the tree tapping against the window-pane,” said the little girl. Do please go on with our story.”

Again the little wanderer tapped upon the door.

My child, my child,” exclaimed the mother, rising, “that certainly was a rap on the door.
Run quickly and open it. No one must be left out in the cold on our beautiful Christmas Eve.”

The child ran to the door and threw it wide open.

The mother saw the ragged stranger standing without, cold and shivering, with bare head and almost bare feet. She held out both hands and drew him into the warm, bright room.

You poor, dear child,” was all she said, and putting her arms around him, she drew him close to her breast. He is very cold, my children,” she exclaimed. “We must warm him.” And,” added the little girl, “we must love him and give him some of our Christmas, too.” Yes,” said the mother, “but first let us warm him…”

The mother sat down by the fire with the little child on her lap, and her own little ones
warmed his half-frozen hands in theirs.
The mother smoothed his tangled curls, and, bending low over his head, kissed the child’s face. She gathered the three little ones in her arms and the candle and the fire light shone over them.

For a moment the room was very still.

By and by the little girl said softly, to her mother, May we not light the Christmas tree, and let him see how beautiful it looks?” “Yes,” said the mother.

With that she seated the child on a low stool beside the fire, and went herself to fetch the few simple ornaments which from year to year she had saved for her children’s Christmas tree.

They were soon so busy that they did not notice the room had filled with a strange and brilliant light. They turned and looked at the spot where the little wanderer sat.

His ragged clothes had changed to garments white and beautiful; his tangled curls seemed like a halo of golden light about his head; but most glorious of all was his face, which shone with a light so dazzling that they could scarcely look upon it.

In silent wonder they gazed at the child.

Their little room seemed to grow larger and larger, until it was as wide as the whole world, the roof of their low house seemed to expand and rise, until it reached to the sky.

With a sweet and gentle smile the wonderful child looked upon them for a moment,
and then slowly rose and floated through the air, above the treetops, beyond the church spire, higher even than the clouds themselves, until he appeared to them to be a shining star in the sky above.

At last he disappeared from sight.

The astonished children turned in hushed awe to their mother, and said in a whisper,
Oh, mother, it was the Christ Child, was it not?”

And the mother answered in a low tone, “Yes.”

And it is said, dear children, that each Christmas Eve the little Christ Child  wanders through some town or village, and those who receive him and take him into their homes and hearts have given to them this marvelous vision which is denied to others