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Hey guys! Merry Christmas! Guess what? Remember Fox, my cute baby golden retriever (who's not so small anymore?) Well, I forgot to tell you about my other animals, three cats, in fact. The first is Snowball, our cross-eyed Siamese with a good ol' dash of Siamaditude. She's as ornery as they come, but also super sweet, with a dash of fierce. Peanut is our second cat, a small, simple-minded kitty with a sweet streak...and not much else, except for a whole lot of cuteness and a squeaky meow. Last, but not least, is our brand-new addition to our family, Tangerine. He's a white/orange cat with slightly oval eyes, a nasal purr and a flat, striped tail. He's so sweet and very, very cute. Anyway, I already love this cat. We adopted him from an animal shelter, and I can't help but wonder what this little guy's been through. I love that he's ours. It made me think about our adoption, though. God adopted us too, in our helpless state, but we didn't have near a

" You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why...Santa Clause is coming to town...He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness' sake."      Hi, Page Turner here! Oh, wow. Where do I begin? Iconic song, right? A happy little tune that merrily tells us that Santa is a stalker, and if we aren't good we'll have the worst Christmas ever. But that rarely happens, right? Only a few children ever actually get coal in their stockings, and you pretty much have to rob a bank to get the infamous punishment of sooty black rocks. But, if you're good you can have a doll, or a toy car...or a Wii, or a real car. That's all nice and good and all. I mean, Santa seems like a good guy. He's kindly, plump, and sports an awesome white beard. What's not to love? Well, beside the whole 'he's-a-stalker' thing, I have one bone to pick w

Christmas time is here!!! Christmas is by far my favorite holiday. At Christmastime, everyone is happy. You can put up twinkly lights, bake and decorate sugar cookies, hang stockings up, put up the tree, wrap presents, and hang a wreath on every door. I love hanging up our stockings and watching Hallmark movies, and inviting friends over, and having my dad stuck at home because its snowing on a weekday. I love the way the sun falls on the floor and lights up our dining room when I wake up, and I love shopping for Christmas presents for my family. I love locking myself in the basement with 15 rolls of wrapping paper, 32 spools of ribbon, a box of bows, and a gift needing to be wrapped. I love playing Christmas music on the piano, caroling, and opening advent calendars. But what makes Christmas really special is that Jesus came down and saved us from our sins, so we can love and know Him. And unlike the tale of old Saint Nick, we didn't get that present because we were good all year