While we have been enjoying the summer sunshine and warm weather the past few days, we have been reminded in not-so-subtle ways that, if the Lord tarries, Christmas will be here before we know it.
I enjoyed the week of Christmas movies on the Hallmark channels. It was refreshing to watch the family-oriented movies and hear an occasional reference to the true meaning of Christmas after being bombarded with all the anti-Christ events happening in our country.
We even received some “pre-Christmas” catalogs and shopping offers via mail and Internet. Even when we don’t buy much, it’s always fun to look at the catalogs, just in case the perfect gift from someone on my list is lurking on one of the pages.
Have you started your Christmas shopping yet? I have, and I’ve also started jotting down ideas to remember later, because Christmas began with the greatest of all Gifts. While the gifts that I can return to the Father cannot be put in box and wrapped with sparking paper and tied with a shiny ribbon, I can try to show His love to others through gifts, not only at Christmas but throughout the year.
One of the greatest gifts we can give to someone else is the gift of laughter. We all know how contagious the laughter of a child can be; it’s nearly impossible to hear a young child laughing and giggling without at least smiling in response.
Every now and then someone sends the gift of laughter through a reading, poem or story, or simply some words strung together that make me ask myself, “Why didn’t I think of that?”
As a simple gift to anyone who enjoys words, following are portions of a couple word gifts I received recently. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.
I tried to catch some fog. I mist.
When chemists die, they barium.
Jokes about German sausage are the wurst.
How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it.
I stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me.
They told me I had type A blood, but it was a type O.
Why were the Indians here first? They had reservations.
Class trip to the Coca-Cola factory. I hope there’s no pop quiz.
Energizer Bunny arrested: Charged with battery.
I didn’t like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.
What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.
What does a clock do when it’s hungry? It goes back four seconds.
I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me!
Broken pencils are pointless.
A Job Is a Job — Or Is It?
My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned. Couldn’t concentrate.
Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but just couldn’t hack it , so they gave me the ax .
After that, I tried being a tailor, but wasn’t suited for it — mainly because it was a sew-sew job, and people liked to hem and haw about the price.
Next, I tried working in a muffler factory, but that was too exhausting.
Then, I tried being a chef — figured it would add a little spice to my life, but just didn’t have the thyme.
Next, I attempted being a deli worker, but any way I sliced it, I couldn’t cut the mustard.
My best job was a musician, but eventually found I wasn’t noteworthy.
I studied a long time to become a doctor, but didn’t have any patience.
Next, was a job in a shoe factory. Tried hard but just didn’t fit in.
I became a professional fisherman, but discovered I couldn’t live on my net income.
Managed to get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but the work was just too draining.
So then I got a job in a workout center, but they said I wasn’t fit for the job.
After many years of trying to find steady work I finally got a job as a historian -- until I realized there was no future in it.
My last job was working in Starbucks, but had to quit because it was the same old grind.
So I tried retirement and I found I’m perfect for the job — love it!
Thought for the week — Why can’t every day be like Christmas?