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12/25/2002 Just a quick note to say I'm around, doing well, been busy working over the holidays and doing all the usual Christmas stuff. Perhaps I'll have time for more tomorrow (technically today), since, thankfully, I have the day off. Then back to work until New Year's Eve and Day. And then it will almost be time for JanTerm. Yikes. Enough of that painful thought.... But in honor of Christmas (and Solstice), here's a song my best friend sent me. ^_^The Christians and the Pagans Amber called her uncle, Said "We're up here for the holiday, Jane and I were having Solstice, Now we need a place to stay," And her Christ-loving uncle watched His wife hang Mary on a tree, He watched his son hang candy canes, All made with red dye number three. He told his niece "It's Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style," She said "Christmas is like Solstice, And we miss you and it's been awhile." So the Christians and the Pagans Sat together at the table, Finding faith and common ground The best that they were able. Just before the meal was served, Hands were held and prayers were said, Sending hope for peace on Earth To all their Gods and Goddesses. The food was great, the tree plugged in, The meal had gone without a hitch, Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it true that you're a witch?" His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning!" And she hit the kitchen, And it was Jane who spoke, She said "It's true your cousin's not a Christian, But we love trees, we love the snow, The friends we have, the world we share, And you find magic from your God, And we find magic everywhere." So the Christians and the Pagans Sat together at the table, Finding faith and common ground The best that they were able. Where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning, 'Cause now when Christans sit with Pagans, Only pumpkin pies are burning. When Amber tried to do the dishes, Her aunt said, "Really, no, don't bother." Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked Like him and like her father. He thought about his brother, How they hadn't spoken in a year, He thought he'd call him up and say, "It's Christmas and your daughter's here." He thought of fathers, sons, and brothers, Saw his own son tug his sleeve, Saying "Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "We'll discuss it when they leave." So the Christians and the Pagans Sat together at the table, Finding faith and common ground The best that they were able. Lighting trees in darkness, Learning new ways from the old, And making sense of history, And drawing warmth out of the cold. posted 1:56 AM / post 12/9/2002 Quote of the day: "If Satan exists, he's a mathemetician!"And: Finals suck. That is all. posted 5:53 PM / post 12/4/2002 Random quote of the day:"Get your feet out of my trash can." "I like my treet in your fash can." posted 10:41 PM / post |