As promised, I am blogging over at The First Day. My posts continue to be Christmas-themed for this online magazine which focuses on arts, culture, faith and practice. Today, I tell a sweet story about what one Christmas was like at my house. It did not involve the Elf on the Shelf. It involved the Grinch. And it was something I will never forget.
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How the Grinch Saved Christmas
My mom claims that my dad has become “grinchier” over the years. When they were first married, he was still a giddy kid, the one that made Christmas special for the two of them each year. But, as people do, he has changed a bit over the years. He is no grinch, but I agree that fewer sugar plums dance in his head. So, one year, my mom, who coincidentally has gotten a bit jollier over time, bought him a miniature, plush, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” doll as a gift. Read more...
Next week, my plan is to write a commentary type post on one of my favorite Christmas carols. What are some of yours?