Christmas Gift Exchanges

I’ve been trying hard not to rant about Christmas gift exchanges. I’ve had several discussions with one of my sisters who is in charge of our family’s gift exchange this year.

Hard as I tried, I came across an article in the New York Times that talked about this very topic. It riled me up again.

I like the premise of exchanging names for Christmas in large families such as mine. This way, I can focus on one person and get them a really nice gift instead of trying to spread my money over 20 people.

This is the second year that we are participating in the gift exchange. The rules are easy. Pick a name of someone not in your immediate family, ie not a sister, brother, mother, etc. The dollar limit for a gift this year is $35.00. Easy enough.

My sister creates a spreadsheet that has 3 columns next to people’s names. The columns have peoples preferences of things they would like to get. One is not obligated to get a gift from this list but it makes life easier. This list is where it gets interesting.

A lot of things listed are gift certificates such as Target gift certificates, Kohl’s gift certificates, etc.

It feels like we’re just exchanging $35 with each other. I hand you a $35 gift certificate and you hand me a $35 gift certificate. I say we save our gas money and just call it a wash. Why don’t we just get together, listen to some good Christmas music and enjoy each other’s company? It would be less stressful.

Perhaps that’s not the Spirit of Christmas? Hmmm ….

 

The Rain Storm

Rain Clouds

The ominous black cloud covered the sky quickly
Looking around I found no place for refuge
Slowly the rain came down
One drop, two drops, three drops
Dressed in a blue t-shirt, patched jeans and sandals, I knew I would be drenched soon
Suddenly the sky opened up
Pellets of large raindrops soaked my bare skin
With my head down I watched as the rain hit the ground
Then, I listened
Plop, plop, plop-plop, plop-plop-plop, plop
As if on impulse, my feet followed the sound
Stomp, stomp, stomp-stomp, stomp-stomp-stomp, stomp
Energy coursed through my body
Up my knees, my torso, my arms
Then, with exhilaration the hands joined in unison
Clap, clap, clap-clap, clap-clap-clap, clap
With an irresistible pull, my body danced to the song of the rain
Laughter filled the air
As the storm passed, my body slowed
Peace filled my heart as I looked up to the sky and thanked God for a oneness with Him.

SimplyNorma 

 

 

Anxiety

A friend recently sent me an email that included the following article:

“The Harbour Bridge and nearby Opera House are iconic images of Sydney, Australia. But engineers have recently grown alarmed that the famous bridge is showing serious signs of corrosion. Last year city officials spent $12 million fighting an endless battle with rust.

Anxiety is like rust. It coats and corrodes the mind, weakening the entire structure. Worry dissolves our peace just as rust eats away the strength of a bridge — weakening the metal that was formerly strong.

Sydney’s Harbour Bridge will be fine. Workers have been stripping the structure back to bare metal and starting the rustproofing process all over again with special paints. But how do you rustproof the heart?

You simply add a “t” and turn rust to trust. The writer of Psalm 37 said: “Trust in the LORD … Delight yourself also in the LORD… Commit your way to the LORD, trust also in Him… Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for Him; do not fret… trust in Him” (v. 3, 4, 5, 7, 40).

Don’t rust. Trust.”

When I get anxious, it usually stems from something that I don’t have any control over. I need to learn to stop and trust — perhaps then my rusted mind will turn to a trusted mind.

(The article above was found at www.davidjeremiah.org/site/magazine.aspx)

 

White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake

I love cheesecake but I don’t have it very often because its usually pretty rich.

White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake

When I lived in Seattle, I used to go to a place called Cash & Carry which was on Leary St NW in the Ballard neighborhood. They had wonderful boxed cheesecakes there and I would bring one home every now and again when I had company over.

Recently we went to the Olive Garden and were going to try their white chocolate raspberry cheesecake but decided it was too expensive. I told my son that I would make him one at home.

So — here’s my first homemade cheesecake.

Ingredients

(For the crust)

  • 1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
  • 1/4 cup sugar
  • 1/3 cup butter, softened
(For the filling)
  • 3 packages (8 ounces each) cream cheese, softened
  • 3/4 cup sugar
  • 1/3 cup sour cream
  • 3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
  • 3 eggs, lightly beaten
  • 1 package (10 to 12 ounces) white baking chips
  • 1/4 cup seedless raspberry jam
Directions
  1. In a small bowl, combine the graham cracker crumbs, the sugar and the butter. Press this mixture onto the bottom of a greased 9-inch springform pan then set this aside.
  2. In a large bowl, beat the cream cheese and sugar until smooth. To this mixture, add the sour cream, flour and vanilla and beat this together.
  3. Add the eggs then beat everything together on low speed just until combined.
  4. Fold in the chips.
  5. Pour this mixture over the crust.
  6. In a microwave, melt the raspberry jam then stir it until its smooth. Drop the jam by teaspoonfuls over the filling batter and cut through the batter with a knife to give it a swirly look.
  7. Place the springform pan on a double thickness of heavy-duty foil (about 18 in. square) then securely wrap the foil around the pan. Place this in a large baking pan. Add 1 inch of hot water to the larger pan.
  8. Bake at 325° for 80-85 minutes or until the center of the filling is just set. Cool on a wire rack for 10 minutes. Carefully run a knife around the edge of the pan to loosen; cool 1 hour longer. Cover and refrigerate overnight. Remove sides of pan.
There are 12 servings in this cheesecake at 403 calories each. And it actually came out very good.
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(The original recipe can be found at http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/White-Chocolate-Raspberry-Cheesecake)

 

Old Age

Old age is a blessed time. It gives us leisure to put off our earthly garments one by one and dress ourselves for heaven. —Ray Palmer

I came across this quote not too long ago. It made me feel good. I haven’t yet felt that getting old is a bad thing — although sometimes my body wants to do things it did when it was 30 and the next day my bones say “What did you do that for?”  (laughing)

I’m looking forward to the day when there will be no more tears, no more sweating, no more thorns on roses, no more conflict. I’m looking forward to the day when people won’t feel anger in their hearts or jealousy or lust or bitterness.

I’m looking forward to heaven.

“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Revelation 21:3-5

(Picture courtesy of Microsoft Images)

 

 

Chocolate Chip Cookies

I did not take a lot of pictures of these cookies because I wasn’t sure how they would turn out. That was a big mistake.

Blue Ribbon Chocolate Chip Cookies

The cookies came out chewy on the inside and crisp on the outside. Very very good. I only made half the recipe (cookies go quickly in our family and if I make a full batch we’ll eat a whole batch). The recipe below is for a full batch and makes 3 1/2 dozen cookies.

Ingredients

  • 2 1/2 cups all purpose flour
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup dark brown sugar, firmly packed
  • 1/2 cup white sugar
  • 1 cup salted butter, softened
  • 2 large eggs
  • 2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
  • 2 cups (12 ounces) semisweet chocolate chips
Directions
  1. Preheat the oven to 300 degrees fahrenheit.
  2. In a medium bowl, combine the flour, soda and the salt. Mix well with a wire whisk then set this aside.
  3. In a large bowl, with an electric mixer, blend the sugars at medium speed. Add the butter and mix to form a grainy paste, scraping down the sides of the bowl.
  4. Add the eggs and the vanilla extract then mix at medium speed until its light and fluffy.
  5. Add the flour mixture and the chocolate chips then blend at low speed until just mixed. (Don’t overmix.)
  6. Drop by rounded tablespoons on an ungreased cookie sheet, 2 inches apart.
  7. Bake 22-24 minutes or until the cookies are golden brown. Transfer the cookies immediately to a cool surface with a spatula.

Yum! Yum! and Yum!

(This recipe is from the Mrs. Fields Cookie Book. There are a lot of good cookie recipes in this book. I’ll post more during the Christmas holidays.)
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Fireplaces and Asthma

I have what is called atypical asthma meaning that I don’t normally have symptoms unless I get a really bad cold in my chest. Because of this, I don’t use an asthma inhaler every day. I’ve been known to go years without having to use one.

Earlier this year I had asthmatic bronchitis which led me to the emergency room and to my doctor for ongoing appointments.

I have been doing fairly well until we started using our wood fireplace. There are two important things that I’ve learned.

  1. Make sure that the wood in the fireplace is no longer burning when you turn off the knob to let air out through the chimney flue
  2. Make sure you burn wood that has been seasoned, ie it is totally dry, as it burns more efficiently and doesn’t let out as much smoke. This can take 6 months to a year.
  3. Keep the doors to your fireplace closed. It may be warmer if you keep them open (and more dangerous) but more particles are let out into the air if you don’t close them.

We made the mistake last night of going to bed and turning the knob off to the flue even though the fire had not burned out completely. This morning, the whole house smells of smoke.

Since we only have one car, my intentions were to stay home and do “house” things today. But I grew concerned when my husband came over and told me that the house smelled and asked if I wanted to keep the car so I could get away. I told him no. Once out of bed though I could smell the smoke in the house. Our house is tightly insulated and we have 30-35% humidity. Smoke and low humidity are not good things for an asthma sufferer.

Before my husband left for work I asked him to turn on our air cleaner/ionizer which is in the family room. These work great but our house is too large for the one we have (a small Sears model that I would use in small spaces before moving here).

I brought the humidifier from our bedroom to the family room but it also is too small for the space we have.

Today, I’m wearing a cleaning/dust mask. It’s a mask you wear so that you don’t inhale pollutants while you’re cleaning. After I put that on, I started the humidifier. Then I opened windows. It’s 20 degrees outside and I am airing out our house. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it?

Then I started vacuuming. Why vacuum? I learned that the ionizer removes the particles from the air but a lot of times they drop to the ground or get on the walls. So when you walk across the room, you could be carrying those same particles throughout the house. (I’m getting to be quite wise in Minnesota …)

I don’t know how long it will take to air out the house. Hopefully it won’t take all day as I look rather ridiculous with my  mask on. But safety comes first as my chest does feel a little tight.

The asthma inhaler is always close by.

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Christmas Performance

After a record breaking 3rd quarter with hardly any rain, the snow is finally making its appearance in Minnesota. The prediction was for 1 inch of snow or less.

Heading out to our first Christmas performance of the year, there was more than 1 inch already on the ground. We were fortunate that the performance was in Oakdale — a neighbor of Lake Elmo.

The performance we went to see was called “It’s A Wonderful Christmas.” It included the Vallee de Croix women’s group, the Croix Chordsmen Choruses, the Now and Then Singers from Lakeville North High School, a group called Summertime and the Grand Design.

Singing was all acapella. The Croix Chordsmen group sang really really well. They, along with the Now and Then Singers from the high school were my favorite groups.

The Vallee de Croix women’s group was good but the women swayed most of the time and not in unison which made it a little distracting.

Overall, it was a very good performance. Every year on the first Saturday of December, they have this Christmas performance.

I was a little worried when we left the church as when we arrived at 7:30 p.m. it was snowing and when we left at 9:45 p.m. it was still snowing. Slowly but surely my husband made his way to our house.

About a mile from our house, flashing lights could be seen in the distance. As we approached slowly, we saw a car in the ditch. Two other cars had pulled over to help. We continued on our way. Once we turned into our neighborhood it was clear to me that we had at least 3 inches of snow.

Ahhh — time to bring out the snow shovel. My last experience with shoveling snow in the dark brought much delight to me. This time was no different. But I have to remember that we have hired someone to plow our driveway if it snows 3 inches or more.

After shoveling a pathway to the garage, I put the shovel down to leave something for our plower to do. It may be we don’t need a plower since I seem to enjoy doing the work. And we haven’t even used our electric snow blower yet.

Minnesota December Snow

It was calm and peaceful. No road noises. No neighborhood parties. It was definitely a “silent night.” The only thing left to make it perfect would have been a clear sky so that I could have admired God’s starry handiwork again.

Now it’s time for hot chocolate. Sleep will come easy tonight.

 

Christmas

Christmas fireplace

December is here. It’s time to mail my Christmas cards. I’ve been told that I’m a little odd as I like to have them mailed by the first of December.

I mail cards to about 150 people and I handwrite each one. So — I like to start early.

Two heroes that stand out this month — Santa Claus and Jesus.

When I was younger, I wanted to be Santa Claus. A strange hero. I didn’t pay much attention to his weight, nor his white beard or the fact that he didn’t really use too many words. (Ho-ho-ho does not a vocabulary make …)

What I liked about the “idea” of Santa Claus is that no one was forgotten. Everyone received a gift. Even if you were naughty, you still received a piece of coal in the fireplace, and coals can glow.

Perhaps my mind was too Pollyanna-ish. (Pollyanna played a game that consisted of finding something to be glad about in every situation. It originated in an incident one Christmas when Pollyanna, who was hoping for a doll in the missionary barrel, found only a pair of crutches inside. Making the game up on the spot, Pollyanna’s father taught her to look at the good side of things—in this case, to be glad about the crutches because “we didn’t need to use them!”)

Growing up, wanting to be Santa Claus didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Now, I look around and see many people who have been left behind. Children whose parents don’t really care whether they exist or not. Seniors whose families have forgotten them.

It makes me sad.

So I try to do my part such as sending a card to let people know they’re remembered.

Christmas is not only about children. Christmas is about people. And we seem to have a lot of lonely ones in this world.

The next time you’re sitting next to someone who looks grumpy, sad, angry, or distant, say hello. And tell them something you notice about them that’s nice.

“You have a kind face.” In a few years, it could be us.

My belief in Santa Claus as a man who drops in Christmas Day to drop off gifts is gone. It is replaced with a reality. A Man who doesn’t only want to drop in on us once a year. A Man who wants a relationship with us. A Man whose gifts are not only material but emotional and spiritual.

My only hero now? My Friend named Jesus.

 

 

Night Lights

Night Lights

Looking out the window at 1 a.m., I see many stars — bright, blinking stars.

The neighborhood we live in has no street lights. Some neighbors have decorated for Christmas but their decorations pale to the decorations God has put in the sky.

If it were warmer, I might be stepping outside to enjoy even more of them. But at 18 degrees, I’ve decided to leave it for another day when I am more bundled than just my pajamas.

“… He designed the Big Dipper and Orion, the Pleiades and Alpha Centauri. We’ll never comprehend all the great things He does; His miracle-surprises can’t be counted … Job 9:1

You are truly a remarkable God!

 

(Note: Photo courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=1977)