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MY DRIFT COLUMN BY PATSY MORRI SS
M y friend Randy has an app on his phone that counts down the days until Christmas. All year long, starting the day after Christmas, he keeps track. If you go to a baseball game with him in July, he’s likely to mention during the seventh inning stretch that Christmas will arrive in 157 days. He just loves Christmas. I have to admit to not sharing his enthusiasm. I remember as a child feeling giddy delight as the holiday season loomed seductively around the corner. These days I think of Christmas as a mean little kid hiding behind the door, waiting to jump out and say “gotcha” when I haven’t finished my shopping by the 24th. The headline of a recent story about holiday stress prods me to WRAP that present, BAKE that cookie, MAKE those lists and CHECK ‘em twice! It seems endless, and just the thought of a tall stack of envelopes waiting to be addressed makes me want to go take a nap. As a Chr is t ian, I know that Christmas isn’t about the trappings. It’s a celebration of the birth of our Savior. The joy that knowledge evokes, however, sometimes gets lost in the secular hubbub. Sing a Song of Christmas
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