It's Christmas Eve.
I wake up this morning, and my phone is ringing.
Aww... I bet it's someone calling to wish Christmas cheer! YAY!
Why is the number out of state?
"This is Travis."
"Hi Travis, we're just calling about your past due payment..."
It's CHRISTMAS EVE.
Now, I could go on a tangent about how lame it is to get a collections call on Christmas Eve, but I'm not going to. Instead, I just want everyone that has to work today and tomorrow know that I'm thinking about them, and I don't think it's fair. I will respect your feelings, and I won't be doing any business at stores today or tomorrow, because I feel that it supports the corporate idiots that think the service industry shouldn't be allowed any got dang family time during the holidays.
So. Collector guy? Merry Christmas. And thanks for being a little lenient with me today.
Also, I think we'd all be wise to remember the reason for the season this year and every year. A wonderful and forgiving God Almighty looked ahead and saw that we'd never make it in this life without a Savior who would take all of our sin, drag it to the cross, and in the process, offer us eternal life with Them in Heaven.
So a couple thousand years ago, He sent us His Son.
He did it for you.
Merry Christmas, blog readers. We love you guys, and I'll see you back on the day after.
I guess I should end on that, but I don't think I've made you laugh yet. So...
To you and yours,
Travis and The Missus
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Merry Christmas, Ya'll.
I'm a husband, father, son, brother, and friend. I teach English and Literature to the youth of today. I love Jesus and my mother, and I'll gladly introduce you to both. I love photography and writing. Duke basketball keeps me occupied for half the year, and hating Chapel Hill keeps me busy the other half. As you can tell from the title of my blog, I like stories. I'm a big guy with a big voice, trying desperately to be heard by someone before The Lord takes me home. Let's be best friends.