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Wouldn't it Be Fun if Every Day were Christmas!

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What better way to always be in remembrance of Jesus' sacrifice?

We Have Each Been Given a Gift...
What Will You Do With Yours?
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When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
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WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING (Written by a former child)
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking."
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Wet Oatmeal Kisses
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Wet Oatmeal Kisses
-small.jpg) One of these days you’ll explode and shout to the kids, "Why don’t you just grow up and act your age?" And they will Or, "You guys get outside and find something to do, without hurting each other – and don’t slam the door!" And they don’t You’ll straighten their bedrooms until it’s all neat and tidy, toys displayed on the shelf, hangers in the closet, animals cage. You’ll yell "Now I want it to stay this way"! And it will. You will prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn’t had all the olives picked out and a cake with no finger traces in the icing and you’ll say "Now this is a meal for company". And you will eat it alone. You’ll yell, "I want complete privacy on the phone, no screaming–Do you hear me?" And no one will answer. No more plastic tablecloths stained. No more dandelion bouquets. No more iron-on patches. No more wet, knotted shoelaces, muddy boots or rubber bands for ponytails. Imagine–your tools will stay where you leave them. No babysitters for New Years Eve. Washing clothes only once a week. No PTA meetings or a silly school play where your child is a tree. No car pools, blaring stereos or forgotten lunch money. No more Christmas presents made of paste and toothpicks. No wet oatmeal kisses. No more tooth fairy. No more giggles in the dark, scraped knees to kiss or sticky fingers to clean. Only a voice asking, "Why don’t you grow up?" And the silence echoes: "I did."
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