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Merry Christmas

One of the things that I don’t miss about Christmas is the frenetic pace of the world around me this time of year. People in a hurry to buy the perfect gift for that very special someone,  parents/ spouses/kids/grandkids/ friends, and so forth and so on. I remember when my children were small and their dad and I would be at each others throats sometimes, mostly due to the stress of stretching our funds to cover the toys that were must haves. Of course, like many of the people who have shopped this season, we were buying presents to make them happy on Christmas day, even as the day after Christmas, there was much buyers remorse, on our side and the kids.  You see, we could see the folly of spending monies better used on necessities and the kids, in their little gluttonous hearts, were not always satisfied with what they found beneath the tree.

Another thing that I don’t miss is the meanness you encounter from some of the nicest individuals. I mean, people are truly unkind, cutting you off in the parking lot, pushing each other in the aisles, cussing you out for minor infractions. It’s difficult to reconcile this season of joy with all the ugliness you experience.

The other day, one of the second graders pulled some “flowers” for my daughter. She didn’t just give her one, because she said she felt that one was not enough. So, from the purity of her heart, she offered up something beautiful and abundant. Now, some people consider dandelions, a weed. But, dandelions are eatable (and healthy) and have medicinal uses. They are symbolisms of overcoming adversity in the midst of almost insurmontable odds.

Christmas and dandelions have much in common. God, the Father, didn’t just send his son to walk among us, He sent the baby Jesus as a gift to die for this sinful world. Like the dandelion, the gift of the baby Jesus was used as a sacrifice for our imperfections and odious sin nature, an insurmountable breach between us and the creator.

Boomer gal realizes that not everyone believes that there is a God, nor cares to trust in the story of the Saviour and his birth in a barn. But, if you can open your heart to a little childs gift of dandelions, you are well on your way to understanding the sacrifice of love, all swaddled in a manger, thousands of years ago, in the city of Bethlehem. A present under the stars from our Father in heaven that made possible salvation and life eternal for “whosoever” would believe and accept a glorious love offering.

Boomer girl wishes you all a Merry, merry Christmas! Blessings to you and all those you love.

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Happy boomer gal ( read smart, feisty, quirky, adventuresome, funny, sassy woman of a certain generation) willing to share my journey and advice with anyone who would not repeat my mistakes. Happy to fully disclose the joys and pitfalls of love at any age, the heartbreak of aging(or not) and the joys inherent in every day, thru poetry, photography and whatever creative entity that would bring a smile to a hurting heart. Writer, lover, wife, Mother, sister, daughter, friend, missionary, humanitarian, exhorter, educator, activist, student, Bible reader, traveler, advocate, pharmacist. Come along, you won't be bored, I promise!

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