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Christmas Humor

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My husband and I had been happily (most of the time) married for five years, but hadn't been blessed with a baby. I decided to do some serious praying and promised God that if He would give us a child, I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart and raise it with His word as my guide. God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son.The next year God blessed us with another son. The following year, He blessed us with yet another son.
The year after that we were blessed with a daughter.

My husband thought we'd been blessed right into poverty. We now had four children, and the oldest was only four years old. I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it. As a minister once told me, "If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella."

I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they lay in their cribs. I was off to a good start. God had entrusted me with four children and I didn't want to disappoint Him.

I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby chicks. I tried to be understanding when they started a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three frogs.

When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a blanket to see how it felt to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor rather than themess.

In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand diapers, never eating a hot meal and never sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God daily for my children.

While I couldn't keep my promise to be a perfect mother. I didn't even come close. I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God.

I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap along to "wash up" Jesus, too.

Something was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of God to give us his"last wife."

My proudest moment came during the children's Christmas pageant. My daughter was playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was a wise man. This was their moment to shine. My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, "We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes." But he was nervous and said, "The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes."

My four-year-old "Mary" said, "That's not 'wrinkled clothes, silly.
That's dirty, rotten clothes." A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing.

I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying, "Mama, Mama." Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it tightly as the wise men arrived. My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger and announced, "We are the three wise men, and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur."

The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the pageant got a standing ovation. "I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one,"
Pastor Brian laughed, wiping tears from his eyes. "For the rest of my life, I'll never hear the Christmas story without thinking of gold, common sense and fur."

"My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest blessing," I said as I dug through my purse for an aspirin.


Excuse me....it was just some Christmas humor...I NEVER did say it happened to me thank you!

And yes it is probably all over the net since I received it as a email, I thought people would have good laugh remembering their own child or children and all the fun we have raising them since some people come on here wanting to give up their rights as a parent. :rolleyes:


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Then you probably should have prefaced your post with:
"I just got this in my email and thought you might enjoy the humor.....
"This didn't really happen to me as my post implies, but I laughed my ass off when I got it, so here it is.....
"This is just an example of the unfunny email I get trying to claim some Christmas humor.....


Wyatt, you weren't unclear. "Christmas Humor" was good enough. I went into it knowing it didn't happen to you.

That was very cute and brought me a smile, thanks for posting it.


Yeah ignore Scrooge McJETX there, Wyatt, you weren't unclear to anyone not looking to be an ass. :) Good little holiday story there. Thanks for the post.

.. as for Scrooge there... sigh...

Merry Christmas.

See Stealth, I CAN bite my tongue. :) lol
Great story!

I could "see" the whole story play out as I read it. No matter if it's fiction or non-fiction, It was a great read.
Thanks for sharing... :D


Thanks for the story Wyatt...I enjoyed reading it, and it did bring back memories of my own 2 boys when they were little lol. Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!


I am glad this story was something to smile about.

Next time I will be more detailed in the subject for those who don't understand that it was just a little "Christmas Humor" for all parents. If that was my story you would think I would of ask for some advice. ;)



Geesh Jet

JETX said:
Gee, what a warm and heart-felt story. Problem is.... it didn't happen to you as your post implies. In fact, here is a link to about SEVENTY-FIVE other sites that already have it:

Really a damn shame that you have to lie and mislead people at this time of the year, huh??
get a grib will ya? My gosh, can you go through every post on this forum and find more that "mislead people this time of year?" huh?? I'm sure the closer Christmas comes, you'll find plenty~


GRIB (gr-eb) - small, furry animal thought to have inhabited the region south of Neverland ranch. Also know as snipe, grinch or George Bush depending on the region found.

Grib has also been used in American Samoan slang as in "gribtide". The first recorded usage of the current day form was during the reformation when a catholic priest was heard to say "Grib this" just prior to being hanged by the neck until dead.

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