GRATEFUL GIRL'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
'Tis the season to be jolly --- you rotten, no-good floofenfluffers!
Listen, if it really is the hap, happiest time of the year; why is everybody so grumpy, yo?
Screaming at the dude in the car next to you...mouthing off to the gal in line ahead of you...giving a single finger salute to the teller who closed her window just as you approached because the clock struck 5PM.
Yes, the traffic is bad. Yes, the lines are long...everywhere. Yes, not everyone is doing their utmost to treat the other humans kindly in what is supposed to be the season of giving.
And yeah, there's a really, really lot left to do in the next six days...and not enough time to get it all done -- or so it seems.
But did you forget that it's also t-minus six days to the most magical day of the year? The one on which, as a child, you willingly went to bed when told the night before and then rose well before dawn without so much as one ding of the alarm clock bell, just to see what old St. Nick left for you under the tree?
Are you skipping over how awesome it is to smell cookies baking; hear fireplaces crackling; see colored lights twinkling and enjoy heartfelt music streaming everywhere you go?
Have you forgotten how fun it is to sit around with the people you love most in the world and laugh and eat and joke and eat and pray and eat and reminisce and eat and toast and...well, there's always room for dessert, right?
Look, let that guy doing 80MPH in a 35 zone get in your lane at the last second if it'll help him calm down. Give the elderly lady your number in the deli line so she doesn't have to be on her feet as long. Send out extra cards this year; even to those who haven't reciprocated in a while --and it means another $75 worth of stamps.
Putting good out there, especially now, is always the right answer...no matter what the question, capisce?
#smile #ignorehaters #enjoytheseason #happyholidays #MerryChristmas
Psalm 71:3-4a, 5-6ab, 16-17 R. (see 8) My mouth shall be filled with your praise, and I will sing your glory Be my rock of refuge, a stronghold to give me safety, for you are my rock and my fortress. O my God, rescue me from the hand of the wicked. For you are my hope, O LORD; my trust, O God, from my youth. On you I depend from birth; from my mother's womb you are my strength. I will treat of the mighty works of the LORD; O God, I will tell of your singular justice. O God, you have taught me from my youth, and till the present I proclaim your wondrous deeds. Alleluia R. Alleluia, alleluia. O Root of Jesse's stem, sign of God's love for all his people: come to save us without delay!