Christmas time is here…

Ho, ho, ho and have a holly, jolly Christmas.

Yeah, right.

Try feeling that way when you’ve been called incompetent and someone yells to speak to your supervisor.

But I’m still feeling good this season despite what seems like determined attempts to bring me down.

One reason, for all six of my readers, is a comment from a reader who said “You write good friend. Check out my website at….” Of course, I couldn’t go there because it was blocked by Bluecoat, a sort of net nanny corporations use. I think he was trying to pitch something, sort of like all the girls on MySpace telling me they want to be my friend and then leaving a link to a website you have to pay to enter to see their photos. I don’t want to. Not interested.

By the way, I started a blog here because I got tired of such solicitations there and at another site. I wanted to focus more on news, but then repented and wanted to focus on Christianity. Then I couldn’t decide whose Christianity because it didn’t seem like there was a consensus out there. So then I started reading “Mere Christianity” by C.S. Lewis and decided maybe I should give it a rest for a while lest I write something that steers someone the wrong way.

Those latest kudos from my “friend” were the closest thing to a Christmas present I’m getting except for the usual coal. Not that anyone including myself cares. I’m happy despite this. About half my Christmas shopping is done.

Along with the coal this year there also seems to be a more malevolent attitude. So I’m going to be brave here and put out a request for a Bobblehead Jesus. Here is the site link http://shipoffools.com/Products/gadgets/bobble.html .

The hope for levity arose about the same time Black Friday took place, brokered by a tide of calls where customers seemed a bit more on edge than usual.  Yes, I work in a call center where employee benefits are handled. These callers have just gone through annual benefits enrollment. Many missed it. More didn’t and are still unhappy.

I’m not a grinch or Scrooge. This is my favorite time of year. But this year either I’m more sensitive or people really are being a bit nastier to each other and I than usual.

Maybe it’s because the Dallas Cowboys are in first place in the NFC East Division.

Maybe it’s because I keep reminding people that and that I grew up in Dallas and once worked in Texas Stadium as a fundraiser with a Boy Scout troop.

Or it could be the weather – snow today. Or the news.

Allergies did seem to be running rampant around here.

One caller apologized to me after barking into the phone and said it’s the stress of the holiday season. Okay, apology accepted. Accept mine if I retaliate with a bad attitude instead of realizing it’s not about me.

And we need to focus people.  

Like this – what happened at my son’s recent decade of decadence celebration (aka 10th Birthday). He selected my daughter’s seemingly insignificant gift of a short kid’s book to read to the guests.
I’d tried to talk her out of it. It seemed self-serving – a child’s book with flashing lights and music aimed more at a 6-year-old.
My boy told everybody to quite down and reverently read the book – the lyrics to “O Little Town of Bethlehem” – to the 10 males and one tiny female gathered in the 15 x 15 basement.

My son read the first verse of the song, but the all the lyrics bear repeating, especially the last verse.

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight

For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love
O morning stars together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God the King
And Peace to men on earth

How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may his His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him still,
The dear Christ enters in.

O holy Child of Bethlehem
Descend to us, we pray
Cast out our sin and enter in
Be born to us today
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell
O come to us, abide with us
Our Lord Emmanuel  

 

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One Response

  1. Good job Sam. I just now started reading your blog and am glad, as always, to read what you write. Keep it up!

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