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December!

Hurried shopping, Christmas partying, airport hopping, crying baby avoiding, hello hugging, Christmas lights horse-drawn wagon riding and freezing, "Look how much you've grown!" exclaiming, Christmas-carol playing, Christmas feasting, family laughing, card gaming, football watching, fireside sitting, family internet browsing, couch napping, holiday reading, "White Christmas" movie watching, gift swapping, more feasting,goodbye hugging, airport hopping, crying baby avoiding, airplane window Hollywood sign looking, fifth airplane landing, and "hello home!" saying.

Such is December!  How do we have time to think about anything else?!  Hopefully, we were able to to find the time to remember the little Babe born in the stable, God incarnate, to die so we may live.

Hope everybody had a wonderful Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours!


Got to visit my friends Carli and Scott in Seattle! 
So good to see them!  Oh, this is Pike's Market, where they 
throw the fish.

 Scott, Jeff and I, standing in front of the 
original Starbucks!  Traffic stopped for us
while we took the picture!

 Seattle waterfront.

Seattle waterfront (in the SUN!).

My birthday buddies! 

Two of my favorite things:  SF cable cars and Christmas!

Union Square in SF. Second Annual 
Cheesy Christmas Day in the City!


I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day written by Henry Longfellow, during the Civil War.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play.
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of Peace on earth, good will to men.

I thought how as the day had come
The belfries of all Christendom
Had roll'd along th' unbroken song
Of Peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair, I bow'd my head:
"There is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong and mocks the song,
Of Peace on earth, good will to men."

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound the carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearthstones of a continent,
And made forlorn, the households born
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep;
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With Peace on earth, good will to men."

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