'Tis the season to open Christmas cards with extreme caution. Glitter on a card is like a non-toxic holiday version of sending someone anthrax in the mail. Seriously, when I open an envelope and I see something like this, I pull out the card very carefully and try to make as little contact with the glitter as possible:
You know what happens. Once you get some glitter on your fingers, then you scratch your face and have sparkles on you and everything else you touch. These cards leave behind a trail of glitter that never seems to go away. Why can't Hallmark make a Christmas card with glitter that actually stays attached? And before you go all bah-humbug on me, I appreciate each and every Christmas card I receive. I just handle some more delicately than others!
Sometimes the most exciting Christmas present for a child is the box in which the gift was shipped. My two adorable daughters (one is 7, and the other is 14-months) have spent many hours playing inside this box. I cut out a window for them (it's good to have light and oxygen), and my wife added little curtains.
I'm shocked that I had never heard of Mystic Monk Coffee until I received a bag of it for Christmas this year. These guys are cloistered, contemplative Carmelite monks who make some darn fine coffee:
I'm an introvert, quiet, Catholic, a coffee-lover and am enrolled in the Brown Scapular of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. These fellas are my kind of monks!
Especially around the holidays, it's nice to know who's at the door (we don't have a peekhole) or if the UPS guy left a package but didn't ring the doorbell. So I added a front door camera last week, and the owner's manual had some hilarously-phrased and typo-riddled warnings. Here's a sample:
DO NOT this product to carry out any illegal activities such as sneak preview, and etc. SecurityMan shall not be responsible for any consequences of illegal conducts made by users.
I posted all the funny ones over here. Check them out for a good laugh.
The holidays always bring out my inner Ninja. The (early) Christmas dinner our our house last Saturday night was almost a repeat performance of last year when the nickname of Dish Ninja was bestowed upon me. There's just something about a house full of guests, a big dinner, piles of dirty dishes and being an introvert that springs me into action.
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I'm less interested in springing into action when it's time to put things together. But it's my duty as a daddy on Christmas. Please tell me I'm not the only person in the world who thought it was a pain in the you-know-what to assemble this simple-looking Little Tikes Sandy Lagoon Water Park.
What a nice surprise on Christmas Eve. At dusk, a couple of our neighbors went out and lined our entire street with luminarias.
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It's always great to see so many extra people at Mass on Christmas. But how can we encourage them to come back on Sunday?
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