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My FAVORITE of all holidays (and holy days), rich with symbolism and meaning. It is not only deeply spiritual, but full of meaning I get to publicly share during the season, my best witnessing days each year!

We baked, we burned, we collapsed

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Whew!  Wow, that was hard work! 

Yesterday was baking day for the Rhoades women and their offspring, accompanied by Christmas music old and new.  Grocery bags littered the cupboards as fresh eggs and butter and flour and all-things sugary lept from our recipe pages into Christmas-feasting existence.  That is us (pictured) barely started on what would end up being nearly 100 decorated sugar cookies (from the most reliable recipe in the ever-loving world!), chocolate chip cookies from scratch at son-in-law, Dave's, request, dozens of peanut-butter blossoms and pb-wrapped Snicker bar cookies, piles of knock-off Girl Scout thin mints, tantalizingly smooth and delicious "Patrice's Perfect Truffles", my gourmet real-chocolate (both white and dark) peppermint bark, hundreds of sparkly dipped pretzels and peanut butter balls up to our eyeballs, Steph's homemade Werther's-rivaling carmel candy, raspberry ribbons from the most decadent butter cookie recipe and one slightly burned batch of English Toffee (I won't say who, but she just returned from a month in South Africa).

Guinivere joined us this year, proving to be a very dedicated cookie-decorator, along with her baby sister, Gemma – thus enlarging our circle for our girly-er family events.

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The guys came over after several hours for a great meal (great because my husband took care of it!!) and we set up a gigantic Christmas train with the grandkids and watched the "Christmas Muppet Movie," as we continued to taste-test our goodies.

Oddly enough – we did not finish everything.  No- there are still ingredients for the we-must-haves of the holiday season sitting here this morning.  There are also balls of dough in the fridge awaiting completion.  I actually made a much shorter list of things for baking this year than last (which was way shorter than the year before) AND we accomplished way less yesterday than last year.  But my girls didn't think so.  They looked around at the end of the day with big sighs of accomplishment and smiles of satisfaction at the 5 huge catering trays (one for each household represented) piled with all the goodies (and the promise of more to come) and said, "Well, this was the best baking day we have ever had.  It was so much more organized and we got so much done."  I quietly slipped my yet-to-do list into a drawer knowing that what they were really saying was: the time we spent laughing and loving each other is the sweetest of all the treats.  That IS a good day, an accomplished day.

Need something sweet to eat?…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: Less next year, less.  It's more.

Pictured:  Guini delighting in the stirring; all of us l-to-right, me, Tredessa, Stormie in the back, Tara holding Gemma, Jovan holding Guini, and Stephanie; Dessa helping Guini, the serious decorator; Tara and Stormie focusing on cookie designs; 1/1087 of our completed stuff

It’s Baking Day at Our House

There couldn't be a more perfect day – a soft and fluffy Christmas snow has sugared the ground and branches that surround.  The sun shines brightly, causing twinkly reflections.  The counter awaits with mixing bowls and colorings and sprinkles in all the appropriate Christmas colors. This is how I romantically imagine a gloriously, grand day of Christmas baking at our house: left-to-right: Stormie, Jovan, me, Tredessa,  Tara, Stephanie.

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I'll let you know how it really turns out!…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF:  Keep Christmas with all its' cookie dough bits and colored sugars on the floor.  Enjoy each bite, calories be darned!

Become Artfully Bejeweled by amber-i

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Great gift idea!  Stormie's cublicle mate at the graphics company where she works, Amber, creates unique adornments for the discerning, fashion-conscious woman.  I like her "chocolate-covered cherry" piece.  She does home shows, too! 

Give somebody something they've never seen!  Visit Amber's site at:

www.amberidesigns.com

To the Magi

Prose I ripped from a magazine in the mid-80s and still consider each year, by Cynthia Macdonald 

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"What full-born hope-star within your hearts

Made you step out

To seek the One who had not yet

Revealed Himself in straw and hay and human love?

What encounter half-imagined spurred your starlit trip,

Enabled you to risk the Herod-hell of fear and hate?

Did you ever dream

A Child-God-King would change your path forever

And make you take a different way home?"

Counting down to Christmas…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: Lord, You said if any lack wisdom, we have only to ask to receive it.  Am I capable of the wisdom of the Magi?  Dare I ask?

Giving is where it’s at! ~Joe

GIVING IS WHERE IT’S AT, a brain doodle from the noodle of my younger brother, Joe of Aberdeen, SD 

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Christmas was coming
My bank account was fat
T’was time to do the shopping
‘Cause giving’s where it’s at

With my mind all full of ideas
And a list a mile long
I headed out to Walmart
To battle the shopping throng

Before I could leave my driveway
My neighbor yelled and waived with a smile
He stopped me dead in my tracks
Just to shoot the breeze for awhile?

I gave him only a short hello
I had things to do, you see
I had long been known for my gift-giving
Everyone wanted a gift from me

I raced along the side streets
Barely stopping for the signs
I swerved from side-to-side down 6th
Avoiding long traffic lines

I was driving like a madman on speed
I was in the zone
Nothing could stop me now
Except that driver on the phone

She was slow and so distracted
She kept a ridiculous pace
Try as I might I couldn’t get ‘round her
Didn’t she know this was a race?

When finally I was able to pass
I gave her a qualified sneer
How dare she be so thoughtless?
She almost ruined my Christmas cheer

When I pulled in to park at Walmart
There really wasn’t much space
People were in a hurry
Determination on every face

Why couldn’t they shop at Shopko?
Why’d they come to store?
I knew I was in for battle
I knew this would be sheer war

No carts were left and space was tight
The employees were in a daze
People were pushing and shoving
The air thick with a greedy haze

I grabbed a cart from an older man
Who had turned his back on me
He shouldn’t be out in this weather, I mused
He looks like he can barely see

I ran the isles collecting gifts
Pushing everyone out of my way
Buying toys and tools and music and more
Ah, this was going to be a marvelous Christmas Day

With gifts all bought and my job done
I was feeling fine
At the cashier I pulled a fast one
I was able to cut in line

With the battle finished and my load in tow
I headed out the door
I chuckled to myself about my shopping skills
This year I had even knocked someone to the floor

Nobody was better at this shopping thing
Nobody gave better gifts
Now it was off to home to wrap them all
With pretty paper and bows and glitz

While driving home I saw a crowd
Watching some people sing
I heard their voices and saw their faces
What was this melodious thing?

They sang of love and of life
And made a joyous sound
I had never heard these words before

But their joy seemed to abound

I know full well what Christmas is all about
Giving is where it’s at
But these people sang about a baby boy…
Jesus Christ…who’s that?

The Gift that Keeps on Giving

Thoughts on gifts…

"The most memorable gifts are a little mirror in which we see ourselves through the loving eyes of the giver." – Judith Thurman

"When a gift is well chosen, it intuit's a heart's desire." – unknown

"Giving is a form of dialogue.  The most memorable gifts seem to answer a question, settle a doubt, or anticipate a want the recipient perhaps hasn't yet thought of or been able to express."

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A gift is…"the surprise grace of the giver's recognition."

"What we wanted of gifts, then and now, was a dose of delight, and something that expressed recognition of ourselves." -Catherine Calvert

"…the gifts that aren't there are often a secret longing unsatisfied…"

"Love the Giver." 

The gifts that mean the most to me now are the thoughtful rememberences from the people I love – especially the time they give to me, for I love the giver…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: Give with thought.  Be creative.  Give with care. 

The Gift that Counts

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"Presents are the best way to show some one how much you care.  It is like this tangible thing that you can point to and say, 'Hey man – I love you this many-dollars-worth.'" – Michael Scott as played by Steve Carrell, explaining why he spent four hundred dollars on the office Secret Santa gift exchange when the limit was $20. 

My friend Amy Jo hates the giving and getting of gifts at Christmas.  I mean, she really loathes it.  She has written a great bulk of material on why and you can actually see pain behind her eyes when the topic comes up every year, like clockwork: every 12 months.

When Amy Jo hears about my husband's experience at Wal-Mart on Black Friday, she will have even more material for her writings. see www.daverhoades.org/blog

But I think the reason she makes such a strong argument is that she is a natural gifter.  She is really good at giving gifts all year long.  She is one of those people who will hear the random thought in your sentence and gloriously gift you with the most correct and perfect object -your unspoken heart's desire.  And you wonder to yourself, "How did she see that in me?  How did she know?"

And it seems to me that that is what makes the right gift so wonderful: it tells you something about yourself.  The well-chosen object becomes a little "mirror in which we see ourselves in the loving eye of the giver." 

I once saw an 1800's Victorian needlepoint pillow.  The image was of a gloved hand holding forth a posy of flowers and the ornate lettering said, "Love the Giver."  And isn't that what our gift-giving is pleading for at times?  If I give you this, will you please love me??? Certainly that is what Michael Scott was striving for at the office Christmas party.

But it's Christmas and I am the most joyful when I can express my love in a truly tangible way.  I am not a very good gifter – not like Amy Jo, so I need Christmas to get me going on it – for remembering the people I love dearly.

Plus I like receiving gifts! I truly love the givers!  And I think it is OK to enjoy getting gifts. But giving brings so much more delight.  I wish I were better at it all the time.  

So, if I had to choose between getting and giving, I'd give because of the great joy of it.  And even in the small gifts I give, I share – remembering the great gift God gave me in Jesus Christ: "For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son…" (John 3.16).

He gave me all I'll ever really need.  My heart overflows because of this and I want to GIVE, too!

Tidings of Comfort and Joy!…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: make my list and check it twice…or more…

The Frosty Invitation

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I pulled out that classic Christmas album, “A Partridge Family Christmas Card” featuring the vocal stylings of David Cassidy.

Yeah, that’s right, baby!  I am a child of the 70’s.  So – I still like to hear The Partridge Family singing Christmas carols once or twice each Christmas season.  I try not to go public with that fact very often, but there it is.

But I am really wondering about their version of “Frosty the Snowman,” and what David Cassidy was thinking when he recorded it?

If you have never heard it, and I really recommend you go immediately to your local Salvation Army or Goodwill store and seek to purchase your own copy, imagine this well-loved and much-sang song, slowed down…slowed waaaaaaay down.  Imagine a white guy (David Cassidy a.k.a. Keith Partridge) singing as “soulfully” as he can.  Imagine his eyes closed as he sings it with deep feeling.  Imagine this song sounding so gospel, so deeply pleading, that it would sound appropriate at a Billy Graham Crusade altar invitation time.  Imagine singing “Frosty the Snowman,” with so much feeling that you must stop and focus on said snowman -right now!?

The other day I was listening to the same song by different, more upbeat performers and the words did give me pause (check it out here), but now I am wondering if David Cassidy knew way before I pondered the possibility – that Frosty IS, indeed, a Christ-figure?

Don’t worry.  The season is just getting started.  Lots more thoughts where these came from!…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: Put The Partidge album away now.

Snow day

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We woke up to snow today.

I had accidentally left my final harvest of red and green (for frying) tomatoes outside piled on a plate.  Oh well.

Gavin came over for pre-school and for "recess" wanted to go outside.  He said, "Watch, Nonna," as he ran with enhuberance out the door in gloves and hats and scarves.

He scooped some snow and formed a ball, threw it at his own head and exclaimed, "Ow, son-of-a-nutcracker!"

We just watched "Elf" again recently, if you must know.

Turkey prep underway…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: Summer IS over – don't wish these good times away.

Who IS Frosty, really?

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It's a balmy 76-degrees here in the Denver area today, much like yesterday.  Because of his recent surgery, Dave was unable to join every neighbor on our block in putting up their lights and decorations for Christmas over the weekend (before the snow falls later this week), but the block was brilliantly sparkling last night as the night fell earlier than the day before.

I am puttering around the house getting ready for Thanksgiving and have an XFM station playing assorted Christmas music.  I opened my front door and heard some one else playing their Mariah Carey Christmas CD loudly as they did yard work.

I have heard, "Frosty the Snowman" at least 3 times this morning.  When you are washing baseboard trim, you have no choice but to really ponder the words.

Frosty the Snowman was a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal.
Frosty the Snowman is a fairytale they say
He was made of snow but the children know
How he came to life one day…
Frosty the Snowman was alive as he could be
And the children say he could laugh and play
Just the same as you and me.

The song goes on to explain how the sun was hot and Frosty knew his time was limited so he encouraged the kids to follow him to have some fun before he melted away.  Apparently they all went to the village square and got pretty rowdy, daring the authorities to catch them.  Frosty even got right up in a traffic cop's face and did not follow the orders to stop.  He had to take off, finally…

But he waved good-bye saying "Don't you cry –
I'll be back again someday."

So here is what I am wondering:  Is Frosty a type of Christ?  Does he represent Jesus coming to earth and ticking off the religious Pharisees?  Does Frosty's death and promise to return reflect the death of Jesus Christ and His promise to return?

Or is this whole Frosty thing a way to indoctrinate innocent children with re-incarnation nonsense?

Hey, I am just kidding around…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: Dig out the Christmas CDs…buy the Brad Paisley Christmas CD…