The Very Worst Most Horrendous Awful Horrible Christmas Songs Ever?

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(Pic from Rawhide & Velvet)

Thought I’d share with you an article I wrote for our church bulletin this week… Enjoy!

Every year I hear people complaining about their least favorite Christmas songs.

Mostly I am shocked at their choices.  I mean for real, you know mommy was kissing Santa Claus.  Happens at my house all year long—at least if I am good! (Hey Sweetie, I promise I’ll be good. Sort of.)

As for me and grandpa, we believe grandma did get run over by a reindeer, bless her silly little heart.  If I am not mistaken, one of my neighbors shot, stuffed, and hung that bad boy on his living room wall. I have seen it myself.

Oh, the drama.

I can’t figure out why so many are upset over Christmas Shoes.  I mean who wouldn’t want a new pair of fuzzy pink house shoes for Christmas?  Personally, I wish they’d sing about Christmas boots instead.  I could always use a new pair of Ariat’s.

I’ll admit that I kind of wondered where they are coming from with Santa Baby.  It seems counter-intuitive to me. I just imagine those fuzzy outfits would irritate any baby, no matter if it is cold outside.

As for poor old Paul McCartney, give that good British knight a break. Don’t be a real-life mean one, Mr. Grinch! Only a Grinch deliberately plans to not have a wonderful Christmas time

I hope you are smiling with me!

Christmas means a lot of things to a lot of people. For the most part, I enjoy this time of year.

For some there is great theological meaning. Indeed, without the incarnation, we would never experience the Cross. Without the Cross, we would never know redemption, restoration, and reconciliation.

For others, Christmas is a happy time of family—a special Kodachrome occasion for creating memories and remembering days gone by.  I am thankful for the memories I cherish of Christmas past.  I look forward with great anticipation to many more festive occasions in the future.

Even so, I am also reminded forcefully of those who are missing from around the family tree. I must acknowledge that this holiday is a difficult occasion for some–including me at times.

However, you celebrate, with whatever family traditions you imbue this time of year, I trust you will be enveloped by the presence of God–that you will know the joy of the Savior–that you will embody the Spirit of God that indwells you.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.  (Romans 15:13 NIV11)

Merry Christmas to All and to All a good night!

Les, Jr.

PS. For those who might still be interested, I am still working on a book–Over 127 pages of single spaced words have been written (that’s a word count of 42, 708) Not gonna quit!

‘Tis the Season…

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‘Tis the season to be jolly. At least until you run out of fa la la la la la la…

At this point in life, I can fully empathize with those who suffer through the holidays.

Personally, I normally try to fight through my pain. I don’t want to be that guy who is always a mess of wildly fluctuating emotions.  Letting myself have an old-fashioned cry isn’t my default choice.

But there are those moments when the only way forward is found in entering the emotional minefield. I am doing that now by sharing with you a part of my story only a few haver ever heard…

Several weeks before October 10, 2011, we started a Christmas layaway for the boys–mainly Casey and Cole.

After October 10, 2011, one set of items was no longer needed.

Unfortunately, this store did not understand my dilemma. They did not have any available mechanism or procedure to cancel part of the layaway or separate the items no longer needed.

There are some things in life you cannot avoid. Like I said earlier, sometimes the only way out is to go through it. And that’s what I did. I had to purchase the entire layaway and then separate all the individual items and return what wasn’t needed.

I feel sorry now for the poor cashier/checker who had to serve me, but not then. Not then at all. I was so full of anger and pain combined with a weird kind of tenderness. Cole never touched any of those things, but somehow they were still his treasures and worthy of a bit of respect.

I lost a piece of me that day. In many respects, it was like pouring salt on an open wound.

Why am I telling you this? This story is a sacred place for me. Hopefully sharing it will encourage you to have empathy for those who struggle during this time of year.

The best gift you will ever give cannot be bought. Give others the gift of patience, love, and acceptance.  Show them the arms of Jesus.  After all, tis the season to be the reason the people around you experience love.

Thank you for being my safe place too.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (1 Cor. 13:7 HCSB)

Blessings to all,

Les Ferguson, Jr.
Madison/ Ridgeland, MS