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Howdy. We've moved from Cayce, but St. Elizabeth of South Rose Hill or Lizette de Waccamaw de Sud just don't do it for me.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Christmas Blog, part 5: Kid stuff

Bicycles seen on the street today: 1.
Kids living on this block: not too many.
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Site to remember for next year: http://www.noradsanta.org/en/home.htm




Status says Mission Complete. If you got nothing so far, you ain't gettin' nothin'.
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Finally, not so much related to little kids, but to being progeny, ourselves. Izzy's Christmas compilation just played one his absolute faves. Phil Madeira's "3 Horse Shoes" CD has a great song, which I think Izzy has taken as a personal anthem. Others might relate to the sentiment, as well.

Christmas This Year

Every December, like moths to a flame
we used to drive North
every year just the same.
But we're sick of the traffic
and we're staying right her
and WE AIN'T COMING HOME FOR
CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR.

Packages, sweaters,
ski-boots, and gloves.
Packed to the gills 'til the
car door won't shut.
By the time we've gassed up, we've got
no Yuletide cheer, so WE AIN'T DOMING
HOME FOR CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR.

Okay, I admit it, it ain't just the drive,
but by the time we get back
here we''re barely alive.
'Cause sometimes vacations can
summon old tears,
and WE AIN'T COMING HOME FOR
CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR.

Don't worry. We'll call you.
We'll put the kids on.
Whatever it takes to
strengthen our bonds.
And in that sweet moment,
we'll wish we were there,
but WE AIN'T COMING HOME FOR
CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR.

Tell Santa to forward
the gifts to our house.
And maybe once in a decade
you oughtta drive South.
Just give us some notice,
God knows we'll be here,
'cause WE AIN'T COMING HOME FOR
CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR.

Now don't be offended
and don't be upset.
I never intended to make you regret
those wonderful moments
so special and dear.
But WE AIN'T COMING HOME FOR
CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR.

From a review of the CD by Steve Stockman, Rhythms of Redemption:
The songs are about meeting God in everyday mysterious ways. If American writer Frederick Buechner wrote songs, these would be they. God in the down to earth. Miracles, love and prayer without cliche. Not defined as contemporary Christian music but more Christian than most of what is described as that.

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