After many hours of looking at row after row of toys and everything else
imaginable and after hours of hearing both her children asking for
everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the
elevator, arms full of packages and dragging the tired kids in tow.
She was feeling what so many of us feel during the holiday season time of
the year. Overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every house-warming,
taste all the holiday food and treats, getting that perfect gift for every
single person on our shopping list, making sure we don't forget anyone on
our card list, and the pressure of making sure we respond to everyone who
sent us a card.
Finally the elevator doors opened and there was already a crowd in the car.
She pushed her way into the car and dragged her two kids in with her and all
the bags of stuff.
When the doors closed she couldn't take it anymore and stated, "Whoever
started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up and shot."
From the back of the car everyone heard a quiet calm voice respond, "Don't
worry, we already crucified him."
For the rest of the trip down, the elevator it was so quiet you could have
heard a pin drop.
~~
Dr Bob
Christmas in not measured by what we GET, but by what we GIVE