A Bitter Knitter

If you do not care to read religious blog posts, feel free to close this one now.  I don't mind.  Have a pleasant day. For those of you still here, I wish you a Happy Christmas.  I recently finished rereading Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol."  My favourite line in the book is when Bob Cratchit is speaking to his wife about Tiny Tim.  He says, "Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard.  He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk and bind men see." Tiny Tim put it well.  This Christmas season has given my family good cause to think of the Saviour.  We think of my tiny nephew, Tommy, who passed away this month and we remember on this Christmas Day He who suffered for our sins that we may be forgiven and then died and rose again that we ...

I've decorated my window for Christmas.  My policy is that, since we're suspending Christmas we may as well suspend all the decorations, too.  I'm not putting any decorations on flat surfaces.  (Except the tree, which others insisted on putting on the ground and which I've already protested.)  They're hung or they're not displayed.  (Call me Grinchy, call me Scrooge.  Maybe I am as you say.  Some days I think that I should have skipped directly from the end of November to the beginning of January... today is one of those days.) Every time I turn around our holiday plans have changed.  I suppose they're as set as they're going to be now, as they're already in progress.  Husband and my sister-in-law left early this morning to drive up to see my in-laws.  This is a change because Husband and I were supposed to drive up next week, and sister-in-law had no plans of going.  After blogging Monday we received some very sad news.  Hu...