Even Witten's Hiney is Getting into the Christmas spirit.

I'm sure I often repeat myself on this blog. I may have typed something a year or two ago that I forget about and pretty much repeat in another blog entry at a later date. For the most part, they are accidental, so if you read a blog post of mine and think, "Psh! Old news, woman! Kinda young to be gettin' senile, aren't you?", then I'm sorry.
 On that note, I know for a fact that I've written of my opinion of Santa Clause and the myths pertaining to him and how Stephan and I have decided to handle all that jazz, but as my opening statement was a picture of Santa's face on my baby's booty, I feel the need to address it once again.
  I present to you, dear readers, the story of why my family, both intimate and extended, celebrate on December 25th:
  

The Birth of Jesus

1In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3And everyone went to their own town to register.

4So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.

8And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

13Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,

14“Glory to God in the highest heaven,

and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

15When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

16So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.

     Many may argue that Christmas is a farce of a holiday as Jesus was not born on the 25th of December, and that Christians stole that date from the pagan holiday of saturnalia, which more than likely is the truth. But the way I see it, I want to celebrate the birth of my savior. Since nobody knows the exact date of the birth of Christ (It's figured to be sometime in September), the catholic church picked a date for all of Christendom to together celebrate Jesus' birth. Now, of course, there have been numerous traditions and misconceptions tacked onto Christmas throughout the years (for a rather accurate and Biblical explanation of the legends surrounding the nativity, check out this link *here* ), but the spirit of the celebration remains true: rejoicing over the appearance of God as man, among men, and the beginning of the earth-bound phase of God's plan of redemption for His people. I think that gives us great reason to celebrate!

Woo, Christmas! Yay, Jesus!

   That does not, however, mean that we will jumble every type of Christmas celebration together into one epic, crazy, overwhelming, tiring, stressful, self-centered holiday. The decorations and carols help make this a very special season of celebration. The gifts helps us recognize the joy in giving to others. Santa, Rudolph, Frosty, etc... they have no real place in this shindig. Therefor, as I have stated before, my children will know of Santa and all he entails as the commercialized and fictional story that he is: good fun to hear as a bed time story, but certainly not watching them whether they're sleeping or awake 24/7, 365. God's already got that covered.
      Thus, as my case has been stated, I bid you all a Merry Christmas! Be blessed, readers!