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Guest Writer: Jennifer-Christmas Time Is Here

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Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all that children call
Their favorite time of the year.

If you grew up in the 70’s, you probably recognize those lyrics from the beloved A Charlie Brown Christmas movie.  This simple song by Vince Guaraldi melts my heart every time I hear it.  It is not so much the little cartoon (though it is a great story of the true meaning of Christmas) that makes me wax nostalgic, but just the memories of a simpler time.

I have always been a pretty simple person.  I prefer Vanilla ice cream over Razzle Dazzle Berry Crunch.  I have worn the same fragrance for 10+ years.  I still have the comforter that my mom bought me in high school.  I use Ivory soap.  You get the drift.

The sound of those Peanuts kids singing the sweet Christmas song takes me back to when Christmas was just Christmas, not the fast-paced hoopla it is today. Our holiday was not jam-packed with extravagant parties, excessive shopping, and over-the-top decorating that began even before the Thanksgiving turkey left the table!  The song always brings to mind my own little family, my huge extended family, my church.  All those traditions we just called Christmas and did them out of love for Jesus and each other.

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Photo by: lambfood.blogspot.com

My mom and dad did a fabulous job of “Keeping Christ in Christmas” even before it became a thing!  Not one gift was ever opened on Christmas morning until Dad read Luke 2.  We had one Christmas record that contained only carols.  No “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town” was ever heralded in our home! The entire holiday revolved around praising Jesus and helping others to do the same.  In a very real way it mimicked the very first Christmas where the angels, shepherds, and wise men worshiped Christ, the newborn king!  I am so grateful to my parents for instilling in me, that simple approach to this time of year.

I have so many other memories of Christmas, yet the simple ones remain my favorite.  My Aunt Brenda’s pumpkin cookies, Aunt Jane’s old fashioned decorations, Grandma Sherman’s house every Christmas Eve.  I can still hear the laughter, smell the ham, and feel the excitement of seeing all my cousins!  Christmas Eve was definitely crazy and loud, yet still quaint and…simple. The Christmas story was always read. A Charlie Brown Christmas was always watched by some of the kids.  Lots of hugs and “I love you’s” exchanged.  Lots and lots of simple happiness and cheer. Just the way I like it.

By Jennifer Michael

I am so glad Cousin Jennifer has decided to write another post for us. Thank you Jennifer for being a guest writer. I enjoy your perspective and writing skills. Can’t wait till the next one.

Leave your comments to let Jennifer know how much you have enjoyed her post. Let her know you want more.

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Guest Writer: Cousin Jennifer

I thought I would try something a little different by asking one of my cousins to write a blog post.

Introducing Cousin Jennifer. She is a beautiful and entertaining writer.

When I wrote about my “Amazing” cousins a couple of months ago, I mentioned Jennifer. She is the cousin that has struggled the past two years with brain tumors and 2 brain surgeries in one year. Jennifer is still on her road to a full recovery but is doing great. She is working again and discussing going back to school to finish her nursing degree. Jennifer is amazing and so resilient.

I know you will enjoy this post. I sure did.

Please leave comments if you want more of Jennifer’s insights and writings. I know I do.

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 They Call Me Loquacious*  By: Jennifer

I was always a curious child.  I talked too much.  Asked tons of questions.

This usually caused my teacher, mother, father, babysitter, or playmate to roll their eyes more than a few times per day.  I could tell when I had crossed the line, but it rarely stopped me.

My mom was daily singing the old song “You Talk Too Much” by Joe Jones. I have always wondered why that seemed to be her favorite song. Weird.

I like to think it was a passion for knowledge and not just the “gift of gab” that prompted me to manipulate every conversation.  If I didn’t understand, I asked.  If I didn’t agree, I let you know.  If you started a discussion on any topic I would add my expertise.  I thought you wanted it, you brought it up!

I have been told that I am a “plethora of useless knowledge.”  I tend to disagree with the useless part. Why isn’t it useful to know that a scorpion sting can cause pancreatitis?  Won’t you avoid scorpions now?

Didn’t you always want to know there are over 13,000 forks, knives, and spoons in the White House?  Wait, is that 13,000 each, or combined? Facts like that could help explain our national deficit!

Who doesn’t find it fascinating that 1000 birds a year die from smashing into windows?  Speaking of birds, did you know the owl is the only bird that can see the color blue? Blue used to be my favorite color, now it’s green.

Don’t you feel smarter now that you know all that? I’m only trying to help.

People always ask how I know so many silly facts.  I read…a lot.  I also have the ability to remember what I’ve read on the back of the Cheerio’s box 2 years ago.  Just don’t ask me to remember what I need at Target if I forget my list!

Each of us will be remembered for some quirky thing we do. I will be thought of every time you open a bottle of Snapple. Oh, you weren’t aware there is a trivia factoid on the inside of each cap? Well, I did.

You should sit beside me on a plane, at jury duty, or stand with me in line at the store. I don’t really mind if you’re a stranger. It’s actually better! You’re a blank canvas for my ramblings, and you never avoid me since you don’t know just how much I like to talk. Strangers are my favorite kind of people. No, old friends who know how I am and yet still choose to spend time with me, they are definitely my favorite.

*loquacious:

  1. Talking or tending to talk much or freely; talkative; chattering; babbling
  2. Characterized by excessive talk; wordy

(Thank you to my cousin, Shelly, for asking me to be a guest blogger today! This was just as much fun as talking!)