My daughter once told me that she didn’t want Santa to come.  After all, he’s big and red and unknown.  She said she would much rather have the familiar brown UPS man deliver her gifts, and wondered if I could arrange this.  Surely if Santa could fit down the chimney…

The orders were placed in the catalogs with care, in hopes that the UPS man soon would be there.

The mall has been ready since July, are you?

Are you ready for…

The most wonderful time of the year!

There’ll be parties for toasting, the flu to be hosting, and shoveling out in the snow,

There’ll be Christmas card mailings and waistlines expanding with cookies, fruitcake and eggnog!

There’ll be scary toy stories of lines at the checkout, gifts wrapped and all tied up with bows,

There’ll be Santa’s for pictures, and snowmen and reindeer and a Hannah Montana ornament on the tree!

Wait, wait, wait…is this what it’s all about??

Don’t think I’m a Grinch.  I love all of this stuff too (well, except for the Hannah Montana tree ornament and the flu…and the waistlines…fruitcake and well o.k., I’ve never really craved eggnog…the lines…).  I love Christmas cookies!  And Rudolph, with his shining red nose and his little elf friend who wants to be a dentist!  And I really love sending Christmas cards, but I might not get to all 200 of them this year because…

… I’m on a quest!

I’m journeying deep within the pages of my Advent devotional (and my Bible of course) to find the real meaning of it all.  Won’t you join Charlie Brown, Linus and me this December in keeping Christmas in ‘Christmas’?