Christmas blessings

Between the kids at school, kids at church, other people at church, and other people in general, I got so much stuff for Christmas. Tons of food. I hope my grandparents and I can eat it all. If not I’ll probably share it with the neighbors. Food always goes to good use.

My mom gave me an ipod for Christmas. A nice, fancy one. That was nice of her, but I already have an ipod. The one I have is a lot smaller and not nearly as fancy, but it works. My sister got not one, but two ipads. I don’t even know what I’d do with an ipad if someone gave one to me. I’d probably give it away. I guess I’m not much of an electronics guy.

Last year, my grandparents and I didn’t get a Christmas tree. We figured it was too much work, and since it’s just the three of us (four, counting Hope,) what would be the point? But this year my grandma wanted to get a tree. I guess it helps her get into the Christmas spirit, and I have to agree. So we went to Daiei in hopes of finding a small, cheap tree. And we did. We found a skinny little tree that we bought for $5. A good deal. It was a scrawny tree, but it was good for us. To show you how skinny it was, it fit in the back seat of my car. Didn’t even have to tie it to the roof.

I took down the Christmas decorations today. It was kind of sad. Usually I like leaving it up until after New Year’s. But the tree was already really dry and we don’t want to create a fire hazard. Anyway there’s always something to look forward to next year.

All in all, it was a very nice Christmas. I hope yours was too.

P.S. My 2nd graders and  I were watching a movie before Christmas break started. It was the remake of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. In one scene the Grinch says something like, “The meaning of Christmas is presents!”

The kids got mad. “No it’s not!” they said. “The meaning of Christmas is Jesus!”

“Yeah, Jesus!”

They’re good kids.

Praise of the Week

Every once in a while my church goes to feed dinner to the homeless in Chinatown. I usually go there straight after work. It had been kind of chilly recently, and I figured since I’m going to be out at night, it might be a good idea to wear long pants instead of shorts. Shorts are our normal attire at work, so the kids at school aren’t used to seeing me in long pants.

“You look funny,” they said. “Why are you wearing long pants?”

I explained to them that I was going with my church to feed the homeless.

One girl ran up to me and hugged me.

“Don’t go!” she said, clinging to me. “I don’t want you to go!”

I asked her why, and she said, “If you go, you’re not going to come back!”

“Hey,” I said, “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. We do it all the time. I’ll come back tomorrow, okay?”

But she wasn’t buying it. “You’re going to get all dirty and be in the mud and then you’re not going to come back! Don’t go!” she said, still hanging on to me. She seemed legitimately worried.

I asked her, “Why do you think I wouldn’t come back?”

“You said you’re going to be homeless,” she said.

“I said I’m going to feed the homeless, not be homeless.”

“…Oh!” she said.

I thank God for the kids. My job is to look out for them, and I get paid for doing that. But they also look out for me, and they don’t have to do that at all. They do so just because they want to.