Inspiration

If you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could get used to that.

And another thing; before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. That wouldn't bother me either.

If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business; you swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them, too.

Also, your husband expects you to growl when you wake up. He expects you to have hairy legs and excess body fat. He likes it.

I wish I were a bear.

"Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin—inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night."

- John J. Geddes

“Christmas is built upon a beautiful and intentional paradox; that the birth of the homeless should be celebrated in every home.”

-G. K. Chesterton

The teacher was trying desperately to get three twelve-year-old boys to act out the part of the three kings, but with little success.

When they got to the crib where the pretend baby was lying, each boy in turn showed awkwardness and embarrassment. The teacher, too, was growing more and more frustrated as she tried and tried again.

"This time," she said, "As you come and look at the baby, say something - the kind of thing people say at home when they see a baby."

The first, and the second boy just couldn't get it right.

Then came the third boy and, looking into the crib he said: "O, isn't he like his father!"

"He that has seen Me has seen the Father also." - John 14:9