Merry Christmas, You Hep Cats! ~ BitterSweetLife

Friday, December 21, 2007

Merry Christmas, You Hep Cats!

Asher is lying on his back cooing and Aidan is stabbing a flathead screwdriver down the spout of our tea kettle. Joy and peace rule our home, so I take keyboard in hand to wish all you readers Christmas cheer.

I'll be unplugging for the next week or so, to focus on other projects like Lindsay, Aidan, Asher, Family, Reading, Warm Drinks...and Jesus Christ. A few Christmas photos may appear, for the sake of Aidan and Asher's fan club.

Lindsay and I have been wrestling with our plans for the new year, so when I return, I'll update you on the exciting, whacked-out things that appear to be coming up and beg you to pray for us. Also on tap are my Top Ten Books of the Year, the explosive results of the reader poll, and, as a bonus, more disconnected ramblings spiced up with fantasmagoric adjectives.

In a perfect world, I would send each of you a bag of perfectly roasted dark coffee beans from KC's Broadway Cafe, a first-edition The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, signed by Lewis, and an unbelievably swank fleece bathrobe to help you enjoy the first two presents.

But this world is not perfect quite yet, so instead I like to write a yearly Christmas post as a kind of gift. This year's post is right here. (Archives: Christmas 2006, 2005, 2004.) May the joy, peace and goodwill that come only through Jesus Christ be yours in the days ahead.

Now there's just one more thing to say to all you hep cats who read this blog: Merry Christmas!



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2 comments:

John B. said...

. . . and an unbelievably swank fleece bathroom to help you enjoy the first two presents.

I appreciate the thoughts, but . . . do I detect a typo in the above? Perhaps one of those warm drinks is a toddy of some sort?

Ah, well. The very merriest of Christmases to you and yours, Ariel.

Ariel said...

LOL. Looks like I get some extra humility to ring in the new year. Now the horrific original typo is preserved only in your commode-er, comment. Merry Christmas and type responsibly!

 

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