Jeremiah is my new homeboy and Santa is dubbed clear for take off...
Santa's sled was officially inspected by the FAA and authorized by the secretary of Transportation to fly across United States air early Christmas Eve.
Santa's sled must have been a death trap on whe.... well, sleigh skis to warrant such precautions and inspections these days! Maybe too many reindeer and chiminey sweeps died and the human society lobbied for such action.
I don't know about you, but Christmas just isn't the same anymore! First santa's has to undergo beaurecratic-prone inspections, my parents divorce, and my limp node glands are filled with excessive fluid! What happened the magic and naiveness I once felt as a little tater tot (not to be confused with tater salad)!
Not only all this, but I'm called to duty at the Hampton Inn on Christmas day as well! I'm currently in the process of twittling my thumbs as I gaze relentlessly out the Hampton Inn door in hopes of sheltering a stranger caught in the postsnow weather crying in the wilderness seeking out a place to lay their head. As they enter through the door post, I comfort them with my maternal smile, place their head upon my breast and commense to sing "lay your burden down, we are all unworthy..." -- weary pilgrim, come, there is room at my inn!
Or perhaps you are wondering as to why Jeremiah is my new proclaimed "homeboy." Well, lets just say his book Lamentations helped me put on a new perspective for the day. My favorite verse is Lam 3:55-57 and it actually comforted me in the midst of my fanaggling and awryness. Oh, and don't worry Nelson's Ill be home for Christmas! 11:45pm to be exact!
In lieu of our Awesome God,
Potter
Santa's sled must have been a death trap on whe.... well, sleigh skis to warrant such precautions and inspections these days! Maybe too many reindeer and chiminey sweeps died and the human society lobbied for such action.
I don't know about you, but Christmas just isn't the same anymore! First santa's has to undergo beaurecratic-prone inspections, my parents divorce, and my limp node glands are filled with excessive fluid! What happened the magic and naiveness I once felt as a little tater tot (not to be confused with tater salad)!
Not only all this, but I'm called to duty at the Hampton Inn on Christmas day as well! I'm currently in the process of twittling my thumbs as I gaze relentlessly out the Hampton Inn door in hopes of sheltering a stranger caught in the postsnow weather crying in the wilderness seeking out a place to lay their head. As they enter through the door post, I comfort them with my maternal smile, place their head upon my breast and commense to sing "lay your burden down, we are all unworthy..." -- weary pilgrim, come, there is room at my inn!
Or perhaps you are wondering as to why Jeremiah is my new proclaimed "homeboy." Well, lets just say his book Lamentations helped me put on a new perspective for the day. My favorite verse is Lam 3:55-57 and it actually comforted me in the midst of my fanaggling and awryness. Oh, and don't worry Nelson's Ill be home for Christmas! 11:45pm to be exact!
In lieu of our Awesome God,
Potter
2 Comments:
thanks for the comment jeremy. i've been needing something to read. as we both have found out, things get kind of rough around the holidays, and to add on to it, work always gets thrown in here doesnt it? well all in all i guess we all just have to keep our eyes on the goal and the reason behind it all. i hope you have a wonderful week!
love ya!
Stingy
Jeremy Potter....
How I do love you!
And if I were stranded in the wilderness of Houston, there is no other inn that I'd rather be stranded at than that of the majestic Hampton Inn, with the maternal smilings of Mr. Potter himself.
Happy Christmas!
Love,
Sarah
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