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All is calm

Santa...frazzled and frizzed 
I love this little frayed and frazzled Santa.  He perfectly depicts how we are feeling right about now, on this Christmas Eve, Eve, Eve.  (Remember Thanksgiving Eve, Eve?)  The 12 days of Christmas are ticking off and like the White Rabbit, we are late, late for a very important date; all is definitely not calm.

My list of “to-be-done” is getting checked off, my shopping is finished and things are wrapped, but oh, what about…and then I add another note to self, while I hear the words “…all is calm, all is bright…” playing in the background.  Ah, dude, burl, whatever you want to say, being calm now needs to be added to the to-dos!

Here’s an idea; could it be that the only thing we really need to accomplish is being calm?  We have recently taken to the idea of “peaceful stress.”  There are many things scrambling for our attention – the stress; but how we acknowledge the clamoring – that’s the peaceful.  This is not a simple task.  It takes a concerted effort to keep our attention on what really matters.

My Christmas gift list of “what matters” includes:  laughter for tears, hope for those without hope, peace instead of strife and love for the unlovely.  Since my frayed little Santa can’t deliver these gifts, I call on Someone who can.  As we celebrate Him, all will be calm.

Merry + Happy, Missy

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  1. Wildlife Art by SylDecember 22, 2013 at 8:04 PM

    what else can one say except Amen!! Jesus is peace...

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    1. Missy ADecember 23, 2013 at 10:56 AM

      He sure is...peace to you and Lee. Merry Christmas

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  2. sewsavyDecember 23, 2013 at 7:41 AM

    He's a cute Santa and yes, I added staying calm to my list. I put it at the top. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

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    1. Missy ADecember 23, 2013 at 10:55 AM

      How are the other lists that you have made? I hope you are getting everything checked off. Merry Christmas

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