(Editor’s Note: I am trying to avoid writing about you-know-what. Any suggestions for interesting blog posts will be gratefully received. –LD)
How did I totally miss this fad, in 2016? Well, if I had still been a liquidator then, I’d’ve been on it like paint.
“Hatchimals” were the red-hot, gotta-have-it Christmas item that year (and what does that tell us about our priorities?), they were just flying out of the toy stores. It was this big plastic egg that was supposed to hatch out a cute toy animal.
Except an awful lot of them simply didn’t work. Might as well try to hatch something out of a softball. And a lot of little kids were disappointed.
Somebody didn’t do their product testing, did they?
As every liquidator knows, stuff like this happens all the time. That’s why warehouses are full of junk to liquidate.
Ought to make you a little careful, shouldn’t it, about relying on Artificial Intelligence programmed by sinners and nincompoops.
I hope you don’t mind my posting this again–Gloria in Excelsis Deo, by Camille Saint Saens. I love it! And I heartily recommend turning up the volume for it, too–let ‘er rip! “Glory to God in the highest” is what the Latin means. Amen!
Christmas must work every day throughout the year: we need it. And one of the ways it works is by music. Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring, by Johann Sebastian Bach, here performed by Celtic woman–if this doesn’t stir your soul, then you need Vigoro or something.
Video evidence to the contrary, I refuse to believe that you can’t have both cats and a Christmas tree. None of my cats have ever attempted to climb our Christmas tree; and with the exception of my mother’s little wooden soldiers, our cats don’t try to eat the ornaments.
I don’t know, maybe there’s something about those artificial trees… Our cats dearly love to sleep under the Christmas tree. I’ll bet the aroma relaxes them.
P.S.–Not that it matters, but I do wonder what it takes to get a bunch of “likes” on one’s blog. Suggestions, anyone?
This is the song that was in my head this morning. And this is Jars of Clay performing it.
Please join together in prayer.
O Lord Our God! Now let this Christmas work, every day throughout the year. Let it draw our hearts to Jesus Christ our King, and bind us to Him with unbreakable cords of love. In our hearts, O God, let us hear the angels sing. In Jesus’ name, amen.
If you missed it this morning when Linda posted it as a comment, here’s an ITV News report on Kaylee Rogers, the little autistic girl whose performance of Hallelujah this Christmas season has lifted spirits all over the world. We are privileged to hear it.
Linda attached a more detailed video to her comment posted earlier today under, “For Christmas: Hallelujah!”
Susan asked for this: they sang it at her church this morning–To Us a Child of Hope is Born, here sung by the congregation at the First Presbyterian OPC Church in Perkasie, Pennsylvania.
If I may, I ask for your prayers for Susan’s parents’ cat, The Judge. He’s the last of a household, Susan’s mother and father having died recently–so it would be hard for her to lose the cat, too.Father in Heaven, in Jesus’ name, please spare your servant grief. Amen.
[Oops, the video I originally selected didn’t take–don’t ask me why. So here’s another one, this one with lyrics.]
It’s Christmas Day, so that means Patty and I have to risk the perils of the Parkway to go to Tom’s River, at the other end of the state, to have Christmas dinner with my sister and my brother.
From the moment you get off the ramp for Ben-Hur’s chariot race across the Raritan River, driving on the Garden State Parkway is a thrill a minute. Unless it’s jammed. Then you just sit there.
Your fellow Parkway drivers will defy you to leave ample stopping space between your front bumper and the tailpipe of the car in front of you. And boy, if it snows! Then you’ll see cars strewn all around like Tinker toys, because nobody in New Jersey ever slows down for any kind of weather. Happily, the sun is out today.
I shall return to this blog later in the afternoon, presuming we return from Toms River in one piece. We dassn’t try to drive home after sundown: you could go blind from everybody’s overactive headlights. People in New Jersey have a compulsion to drive with their brights on all the time.
If you think of it, please pray for our safety today.