A llittle POT-pourri the week before Christmas:

“My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple:  loving others.  Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?”
–Bob Hope
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Enough is enough!  I am so tired of all of this pc nonsense!  “White Christmas” is not racist!  Those boys fighting in the jungles of New Guinea and the Philippines, plus the unheard islands of the Pacific such as Tarawa, Kwajalein, Saipan and others were not sitting in their foxholes dreaming of a “black Christmas.”  They were thinking of less violent days looking over the fields layered with snow, or the snow-capped mountains, or the snow-covered hills of Pennsylvania.  The only place that “White Christmas” is racial is in the warped minds of a few rebel rousers who wouldn’t be happy no matter the situation.  Their minds are warped, and I daresay it moves even deeper, down into their soul.
“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know…”
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“Christmas times a-comin'” did you know?  Yikes!  Only a week left.  Say, if you still are missing something for someone, or don’t know what to buy for someone go to Amazon.  There’s a book there, “The True and Unbiased Life of Elias Butler,” that would be a good gift, or just buy one for yourself.
Have to do some advertising while I’ve your attention.
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“This is Christmas:  not the tinsel, not the giving and receiving, not even the carols, but the humble heart that receives anew the wondrous gift, the Christ.”
–Frank McKibben
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          “The wind is blowin’ cold down the mountain tips of snow
              And ‘cross the ranges layin’ brown and dead;
           It’s cryin’ through the valley trees that wear the mistletoe
              And mournin’ with the gray clouds overhead.
           Yes it’s sweet with the beat of my little hawse’s feet
              And I whistle like the air was warm and blue
           For I’m ridin’ up the Christmas trail to you,
                     Old folks,
              I’m a-ridin’ up the Christmas trail to you.”
                    –Badger Clark
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“Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the city of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family of David, in order to register along with Mary, who was engaged to him, and was with child. While they were there, the days were completed for her to give birth.  And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.”
–Luke 2:4-8 (NASB)

How many times has that happened to Him since?  There was “no room” for Him.  How many folk have you brushed this Christmas season that simply have no room for Him–in their homes, in their family, in their business, in their lives, in their heart?  They either ignore, “Go away Son, you bother me,” or they openly mock and scorn, or they try and bring disrepute to Christmas itself.  Joy was sent to the world, but too many have ignored Him.  However, to those who have accepted Him and given Him room there is definitely joy in the heart and a reason for the season.