But when Herod

Matthew 2:19-21

19 But when Herod was dead, behold, an angel of the Lord appeareth in a dream to Joseph in Egypt,

20 Saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and go into the land of Israel: for they are dead which sought the young child's life.

21 And he arose, and took the young child and his mother, and came into the land of Israel.


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The brightest Christmas ever was lit by a single star and swaddled in the most drab colors, but offered mankind the greatest gift of all… true and lasting love.” – Ton Sorenson


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Carol of the Bells (for 12 cellos) - The Piano Guys - fun video to watch 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9GtPX6c_kg


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Homemade Chicken Stew

  • 1 cup evaporated milk

  • ¼ cup all-purpose flour

  • 1 ½ pounds chicken thigh meat

  • ¾ pound small fresh button mushrooms

  • 2 potatoes, peeled and cubed

  • 2 cups pearl onions

  • 2 large carrots, coarsely chopped

  • 2 ¼ cups frozen green peas, thawed

  • 1 cup chicken broth

  • ½ teaspoon salt

  • ¼ teaspoon ground black pepper

  • ½ teaspoon dried marjoram

  • ¼ teaspoon dried rosemary

  • ¼ cup chopped fresh parsley

In a small bowl stir together evaporated milk and flour until smooth. Place chicken, mushrooms, potatoes, onions, and carrots in slow cooker. Pour in milk mixture and broth. Season with salt, pepper, marjoram and rosemary. Cook on low 6 hours. I hate mushy peas, so add them for the last 15 minutes. Stir in parsley just before serving.


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Finding joy in our lives is a matter of choice. Life isn't easy. Its not meant to be. Choosing to be joyful means leaving behind negative attitudes, breaking molds and changing our perspective on life. If you’re struggling to find joy this Christmas, look to Jesus Christ. He's our guide, our example, our leader. He came that we could have joy in this life and in the life to come. There is no guarantee of happiness. There is no guarantee of a trouble-free existence, but through the love and sacrifice of Our Savior, there will be joy.  ~~ Marilee

Joy is a choice, but it isn’t an easy one.” Julie B. Beck

Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow." Helen Keller

A joyful heart is the normal result of a heart burning with love. She gives most who gives with joy.” Mother Theresa

We are shaped by out thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.” Buddha


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Another Christmas Carol - The Story of Joel

I was first touched by the kindness of a stranger many years ago as a boy of fifteen. My story is dramatized in The Story of Joel.
Provided by Joel of spiritofstnicholas.org

extracted from http://www.christmasmagazine.com/en/spirit/story24.asp

The kids on the bus asked, "You coming to the game tonight?"

"I can't. My grandmother's coming over."

There was no visit from grandmother, of course, just another of Joel's well-devised covers for the truth. Joel never went anywhere but straight to the house.

Blake House had been Joel's and his mother's home for the last four months. The place wasn't bad; there simply wasn't any privacy. Sharing a room with his mother was easier since she started going to night school. Many nights, Joel was already in pajamas and ready for sleep by the time she returned.

For Joel's mom, the Blake House was nothing short of a miracle. She knew it was hard on a boy of Joel's age but it was a comfort to know that he realized it was necessary. One more day with her husband may have been the end of her or her son, and Joel knew it too. In a way, it was his growing intervention in the assaults that convinced her they had to leave.

For Joel, things had a calm predictability but the days went by slowly. His mom was tormented by uncertainty. With the help of the Blake House staff she had found a part-time job and a grant for vocational training. In spite of this support, it was hard to imagine a time when she might stand on her own.

As Christmas approached, she started preparing Joel for the reality of the upcoming holiday. She'd say they would have a nice dinner with their Blake House friends and later walk a few blocks to take in the downtown view. She would explain that, with luck, they could be in their own home by March and they would have a private Christmas and presents then.

"I don't need Christmas and I don't need presents," Joel grumbled.

"Scrooge!" she quipped back.

She was proud of his effort to deal with his envy of other children's holiday excitement. He was so serious, though. She wished there was something she could do to give him a lighter heart and a happier Christmas.

On the Saturday before Christmas the families and staff were enjoying their holiday supper when Joan, the House counselor, called Joel's mom into her office.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" Joan asked.

"Joel and I are going to walk to the overpass to look at the downtown lights and decorations."

Joan pointed out the front window, "Maybe you'd prefer to ride instead of walk." Curbside sat a polished Town Car.

"I don't understand," was all Joel's mom could get out before Joan continued.

"An anonymous friend has made arrangements for you and Joel to have use of this car for the next five hours … which will come in handy since the performance is across town. If you leave now, you'll have time to get in some shopping before the show. What d'ya say? I thought so!" Joan smiled and led her out of the office to get Joel.

"Ma'am," said the driver opening the door as the two approached the car.

"What's up with this, mom?" blurted Joel as the door shut.

"We're going to the show," she said bewildered, holding up her hands. As the driver settled back into the Lincoln, he turned and smiled, saying, "I'll be taking you to the mall before the show. And I was asked to give you this." The driver handed her an envelope before he turned to set off.

"Please forgive this intrusion into your privacy," the note began. "I hope you accept this invitation to a Christmas celebration. Enclosed you will find two tickets to tonight's performance of 'A Christmas Carol' and a small token of appreciation for your loving care of Joel." The tickets and a $100 gift certificate slipped into her hand.

The note continued, "Christmas is a time of hope and gratitude. In hopes of a prosperous New Year for you, and in gratitude to loving mothers like you, I wish you a Merry Christmas. Remember, you are never alone in this world because where love lives, friends always follow, seen or unseen. Sincerely, The Spirit of St. Nicholas."

"What's wrong, mom?"

"Nothing, honey," she whispered through tears, hugging her son. "Let’s go Christmas shopping, my little Scrooge!"

The mother and son felt special that magical night and for many days and nights that followed. The excitement of the performance and the touching story of the play stayed with Joel and his mother for a long time.

It took longer than planned for them to get their own home, but by the following summer they began what was to be many years of stable and prosperous living. Forevermore, Christmas became their favorite time of year.


When they saw

 Matthew 2:10-11

10 When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.

11 And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him; and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, frankincense and myrrh.


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Wise Men seek Him still


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The Annie Moses Band is a family of Nashville raised and New York trained performers. Genre-defying and unforgettable, the group has been thrilling audiences for over a decade with a sweeping virtuosity and musical spirit that is both fresh and poignant. These are true musicians of the highest caliber drawn together by the bonds of family, faith, and love for their audience. I love their beautiful music. This video is a mix of instrumental and vocal music.


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I Heard The Bells - The Annie Moses Band (Official Music Video)

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:

"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,

With peace on earth, good will to men."


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Slo Cooker Fajitas

        1 each medium green, sweet red and yellow peppers, cut into 1/2-inch strips

    1 sweet onion, cut into 1/2-inch strips

    2 pounds beef top sirloin steaks, cut into thin strips

    3/4 cup water

    2 tablespoons red wine vinegar

    1 tablespoon lime juice

    1 teaspoon ground cumin

    1 teaspoon chili powder

    1/2 teaspoon salt

    1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

    1/2 teaspoon pepper

    1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper

    8 flour tortillas (8 inches), warmed

    1/2 cup salsa

    1/2 cup shredded reduced-fat cheddar cheese

    *8 teaspoons fresh cilantro leaves (My husband doesn’t are for cilantro so I leave it out)

    Place peppers and onion in a 5-qt. slow cooker. Top with beef. Combine water, vinegar, lime juice and seasonings; pour over meat. Cover and cook on low until meat is tender, 8-10 hours. Using a slotted spoon, place about 3/4 cup meat mixture down the center of each tortilla. Top with salsa, cheese and cilantro; roll up.


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It's often a fact that the best way we can find joy at Christmastime is by helping others find joy. I went to Physical Therapy this afternoon and found a sign at the front desk stating that they are doing a Christmas project to benefit Veterans and their families. I went to another office and they are gathering things for the Sub for Santa program. I heard an ad on the radio for the food banks. There are too many children who are food insecure. We can change that. Everywhere around us there is need, both for cash or donated items. Many organizations are looking for extra volunteers as well. However we donate or give volunteer hours, whether it is through our churches, our area schools, our senior centers or care centers, we have the power to bring joy to others. Joy comes from having food in once bare cupboards, warm clothes, a personally delivered Christmas card, a soft cuddly toy, smile, a "Merry Christmas". We all have the power to make a difference and bring joy to others, to follow the promptings of the spirit and the footsteps of Our Savior. Joy is contagious, let's spread it everywhere. ~~ Marilee


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The Joy of Giving

by John Greenleaf Whittier

Somehow, not only for Christmas,

But all the long year through,

The joy that you give to others

Is the joy that comes back to you;

And the more you spend in blessing

The poor and lonely and sad,

The more of you heart's possessing

Returns to make you glad.


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Christmas Loaves and Fishes

by Ranier Maharaj

Toronto, Canada

(Summary:“Christmas Loaves and Fishes” recounts a heartwarming tale of a group of young people who, dressed as Santa Claus, visited a hospital to spread holiday cheer. Over the years, their charitable efforts expanded to include poor children in the neighborhood. One Christmas Eve, they discovered a large group of children waiting for Santa in a squatters’ area. Despite running out of toys, miraculously, each child received a gift. The story, shared by the narrator, who played Santa, serves as a testament to the unexpected generosity and magic of the Christmas season.)

On a Christmas Eve in homes everywhere there is a quiet excitement. The festive feeling and the warmth of having family members near brings to mind a Christmas tale I love to relate each year. It’s a true story, even though it might sound unbelievable. And it’s proof that miracles do happen.

A long time ago there was a group of young people who decided to spread some Christmas cheer. They had discovered that there were several children who would be spending the festive holiday in a community hospital nearby. So one of the friends dressed as Santa Claus, they bought nice presents, wrapped them, and armed with guitars and sweet voices, they dropped in unexpectedly at the hospital on Christmas Eve.

The children were overjoyed at seeing Santa, and by the time the group was finished handing out presents and singing Christmas carols, there were tears in everyone’s eyes. From then on, it was decided they would play Santa every year.

The following Christmas Eve, other patients were included in the rounds, and by the third year the celebration was expanded to embrace some of the poor children in the neighborhood.

On the fourth Christmas Eve, however, after all the rounds were made, Santa Claus looked into his bag and discovered there were a few extra toys left. So the friends mulled it over, trying to figure out what to do with them. Somebody mentioned that there were a few squatters’ shacks nearby in which a couple of desperately poor families lived.

So the group decided to go there, thinking that there were perhaps three families at most. But as they drove over the crest of the hill into this lonely area—it was around midnight now—the shocked group saw a large number of people standing at the side of the street.

Much to their surprise, they were children—more than 30 of them. Behind them were not three shacks but rows and rows of shabby squatters’ dwellings. As the cars drew to a stop, the children came running up, shouting with joy. It turned out they had been waiting patiently all night for Santa Claus. Somebody—no one could remember who—had told them he was coming, although our Santa had decided to go there only moments before.

Everyone was stunned, except Santa. He was in a panic. He knew he didn’t have enough toys for all these kids. Eventually, however, not wanting to disappoint the children, he decided to give whatever toys he had only to the youngest, smallest children. When the presents ran out, he’d just have to explain to the bigger kids what had happened.

So moments later he found himself perched on top of a car’s hood as these 30 or more sparkling clean children, dressed in their best clothes, lined up in order of height, with the smallest first, for their moment with him. As each anxious child approached, Santa dipped into his bag, his heart heavy with dread, hoping to find at least one more toy. And by some miracle, he found one each time he dipped. And as the last of the children received a present, Santa looked into the now deflated bag. It was empty—empty as it should have been 24 children ago.

With a sigh of relief, he let out a hearty “ho-ho-ho” and bade the kids farewell. But as he was about to enter one of the cars (the reindeer, apparently, had the day off), he heard a child scream: “Santa! Santa! Wait!” And out of the bushes rushed two little children, a boy and a girl. They had been asleep.

Santa’s heart sank. This time he knew for sure he had no more toys. The bag was empty. He had seen it himself. But as the out-of-breath kids approached, he summoned up some extra courage and dipped into the bag one more time. And—lo and behold—there were indeed two more presents in the bag.

That group of friends, now all grown adults, still talk about this miracle on Christmas morning. They still have no explanation for it, other than the fact that it happened. How do I know so much about this? Well, I was the one playing Santa.

originally published in Family Circle magazine

extracted from Christmas Loaves and Fishes – Christmas Stories

Now when

 Matthew 2:1-2

1 Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,

2 Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him




“At Christmas, all roads lead home.”—Marjorie Holmes




Love Grows at Christmastime from the movie "Christmas Jars" | by One Voice Children's Choir


 Jeannine Lasky, Masafumi Fukud

Hearts heal at Christmastime

When the seeds of forgiveness are planted within our hearts

Soft words, spoken freely

Fill the air with joyful sounds

Warm smiles shared with gladness

Lift the spirits of those worn down





Dean loves Cinnamon Apples 🙂

Cinnamon Apples

1/3 cup sugar

1/4 cup packed brown sugar

1 tablespoon cornstarch

3 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg

6 large Granny Smith apples, peeled and cut into eighths

1/4 cup butter, cubed

In a small bowl, mix the first 5 ingredients. Place apples in a greased 5-qt. slow cooker; add sugar mixture and toss to coat. Top with butter. Cook, covered, on low 3-4 hours or until apples are tender, stirring halfway through cooking.




Today is a traditional day of love and joy for our family.  Today is my sweetest of heart’s birthday.  Every year, Dec. 5 is a love letter to him.  The entire month is a love letter to Our Savior.  Here are some of my favorite love quotes ~~ Marilee

John 3:16 ¶For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

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Let us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open heart that thinks of others first. The birth of the baby Jesus stands as the most significant event in all history, because it has meant the pouring into a sick world of the healing medicine of love which has transformed all manner of hearts for almost two thousand years... Underneath all the bulging bundles is this beating Christmas heart. ~ George Matthew Adams

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Christmas is most truly Christmas when we celebrate it by giving the light of love to those who need it most. ~Ruth Carter Stapleton

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Best of all, Christmas means a spirit of love,

a time when the love of God and the love of our fellow men should prevail over all hatred and bitterness,

a time when our thoughts and deeds and the spirit of our lives manifest the presence of God. ~George McDougall

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Love is a gift from God, and as we obey His laws and genuinely learn to serve others, we develop God's love in our lives. Love of God is the means of unlocking divine powers which help us to live worthily and to overcome the world.” ~  David B Haight


Why Santa Has A Beard

You've all heard many stories about Santa and his workshop at the North pole. You have also heard stories about his sleigh and reindeer. But this is a story about Santa that very few people know, read closely, I'll tell you why my hu . . . I mean why Santa decided to grow a beard.

As you know, the weather is very, very cold at the North pole. Santa didn’t like the cold, but he needed room for a BIG workshop, and the price was right, so there we made our home. Santa worked hard all year making toys for his Christmas Eve visit. 

During his few leisure moments, he dreamt of going to California (a place he’d flown over while delivering toys) and driving a classic car down Highway 1 to the beach at Malibu (with his radio blaring out “Surfing USA” www.youtube.com/watch?v=2s4slliAtQU ). He dreamt of roasting marshmallows with Mrs. Claus at a bonfire on the beach and of riding the waves at Big Sur, Huntington, La Jolla and wind surfing at Zuma Beach. 

The truth is, that after hundreds of years of making toys, Santa needed relaxation and a chance to get away from the snow and ice. One year, 1984 to be exact, while flying his sleigh over a junkyard in Franklin County, Idaho, he saw the rusted-out body of a 1956 Bel Air Convertible. On his return flight, he stopped at the junkyard, bought the convertible and hauled it home. Mrs. Claus just shook her head. He pounded away on that body for years, filled, sanded, painted and rebuilt everything mechanical. Then he turned it over to the elves to re-upholster. He could hardly wait for it to be done.

Soon Santa’s favorite way to relax after a stressful day in the shop was to take a leisurely ride in his “sports” sleigh (picture a 1956 Chevrolet Bel Air convertible on runners). Routinely, Santa put the top up, turned his wonder bar radio to a beach boys station, cranked the heater up full blast, and bundled up in his Chevy sleigh for a ride nearly every day. Once, after a particularly frustrating day, he was in such a hurry that he left the top down and forgot to wrap his heavy wool scarf around his face. When he got back from his ride, Santa had the most beautiful white icicles hanging down the sides of his face and chin, just like a beard. He walked into the shop where Mrs. Claus was making cookies, and the elves were busy working.

When Mrs. Claus looked up and saw Santa, she squealed with delight. "Why, Santa Claus-y Dear, you look absolutely marvelous with your sparkling white beard." When Santa saw how delighted his wife was, he was very flattered and decided right then and there to grow a long, flowing white beard and mustache. And that is exactly what he did.

Of course, by doing this, he made himself so handsome that Mrs. Claus used to make special trips out to the workshop just to give him a big smile and a kiss. This made Santa blush so much that to this day, he is still blushing. That's why his cheeks look so rosy.

Santa's second sleigh looked just like a Can Am 2 up 4-Wheeler. Mrs. Claus loved it because she loved to wrap her arms around Santa and hold him tight!

These days Mrs. Claus takes sleigh rides with Santa on their new sleigh which looks just like a Jagged X RZR. She loves having room to bring their dog, Pickles, with them and loves to hold Santa's hands while they are riding!!