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Since we'll be going to my parents' tonight and having Moreheads here tomorrow and Sunday, we decided to have "our Christmas" today. As I am pretty much every year, I had been concerned that maybe this Christmas wouldn't feel like Christmas. And, for the record, I'm not talking about the True Meaning of Christmas here; I just mean that flip in your stomach, snow on the ground, going to Grandma's, peppermint, gingerbread, rice pudding, wake up before dawn, time to open the presents, I'm five years old again kind of feeling.* I needn't have worried. This morning at 5:30 I was wide awake with Rich Mullins's "You Gotta Get Up" in my head ("You gotta get up, you gotta get up, you gotta get up, it's Christmas moooo-oo-oor-ning!"). I was so awake, in fact, that after trying unsuccessfully to wake Jason up with a few "Good Mooo-oo-oor-ning"s and several "Merry our Christmas"es, I came downstairs and got two hours of work done before he actually did get up (well, it's not really Christmas after all).
And, yeah, that's the complete works of Francis Schaeffer under the tree. Woohoo!
* Yes, yes, I know that it is not a parallel list, and I would edit the heck out if it were I working. But I'm not, I'm blogging.
Have you finished the Works of Schaeffer yet? Don't worry it took me a couple of days :).
Gasp. That's actually what I thought when I saw the picture of the books(I didn't say it...I thought the word "gasp"). I got that for Christmas one year and it was my favorite gift!
I'm very jealous! Could you get me the "Morehead's Notes"?
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