Secret Santa was AWESOME this year! Tom said that the gift was actually the quilt his partner made, but I assured him it was the bag it came in. THIS PLASTIC BAG RULES! Just look at the way I can shove my face through the handle.
We're not going to lie; it's coming down to the wire if you're still searching for Christmas presents.
I've never heard anyone point to Joseph as an icon of biblical manhood. If the Gospel according to Matthew were packaged like People magazine, Joseph of Nazareth's face would grace the cover, for Joseph is the lead story in Matthew's Gospel -- and not for chiseled abs.
I will take care of the presents under the tree but when you pop down our chimney on Christmas Eve if you could place in our stockings a certain santa-je-ne-sais-quoi that fills each of us with the desire and ability to be our kindest, best, most generous selves every day that would be the greatest gift of all.
The world cannot learn about the horrors in Syria -- or anywhere else -- when journalists can't do their jobs. Their families need them home as soon as possible -- but so do we all.
Wait. Mary and Joseph have picked up baby Jesus and are stepping over the piles of presents. They are leaving the spotlights and the microphones and the piles of presents. Where on earth are they going? What is wrong with them?
Even when you try to ignore Christmas, it's just impossible! If you decide to watch television, every single program has some spliced-in Santa element. The closest I've come to a Chanukah program on the holidays is a "Twilight Zone" marathon.
She is frail and forgetful and the holidays aren't the same as they used to be. Many questions swirl in your head: Should we have her come for dinner? What kind of presents do I buy her? What would she like to do?
I support atheists' fight to be viewed in the same light as any religious person. After all, atheists can be just as compassionate, as loving and as giving as anyone else, regardless of whether they believe in God or not, so why should they be treated differently?
God loves our nicotine stains and our alcoholic carbuncles, our Kaposi sarcomas and our thunder thighs. He loves the sinner's heart as well as the virtuous action. He loves us because he sees and loves the whole kit and caboodle that is us.
This holiday season, satisfy your taste buds and impress your evening guests with these delicious and totally healthy starters.
"Every moment with a child is a chance to plant a seed."
It's the same every year, and if I'm completely honest with myself, I'm disappointed. Christmas isn't going to complete me. It can't. And it doesn't have to. I'm learning that this is okay.
It seems that many in Washington remain quite worried about America's long-term budget-deficit. From my front row seat on the ground floor of the hospital, though, I remain far more worried about America's long-term compassion-deficit.
My father didn't leave me much when he died at the relatively young age of 53, save his name and a savant like recall of classic Christmas carols. We were living on the army base at Fort Rucker, Alabama. Only three of our eventual brood of seven kids were born then
We are going to hell for thinking these photos are so funny.