Christmas Inadequacy

At Christmas all I see through my foggy lens' is old men parading around as Santa Claus, bright lights that wrap around my artificial Christmas tree, which is covered in ornaments that I choose to put on there, presents wrapped in holiday paper, and holiday parties where I tend to overeat because there are treats that you only get once a year. Do get me wrong i enjoy all that stuff, I really do but in the back of my mind I'm always thinking, "There is SO much more to this holiday." I tend to feel inadaquate at Christmastime. I feel like I'm not good enough or consistant enough to celebrate Jesus's birth. I'm a Christian, yes, but I don't read my Bible regularly, I tend to have a mouth that says words that are of the world, and tend to talk about things I shouldn't be giving my time to. I feel the same way during communion. I feel I'm too bad to partake because even when I examine myself and ask forgiveness, I know I will probably do that sin again. Yet in my heart i know that we are all sinners, and we are asked to be part of something bigger. Communion isn't about being good enough, it's about the fact that Jesus died because we aren't good enough. Same with Christmas, Jesus came to earth to save us but he came as a humble baby. He doesn't expect me to be a certain way at Christmas he just wants me to make him the primary focus of the season. All the other things a just fine to do but if I don't put him at the forefront what's the point? So this holiday season i'm going to go to try and remember that while I'm not worthy on my own, Jesus's blood makes me worthy. That's easier said than done but that's what i'm going to try  and do.

That the Story

That's the Story to the tune "That's Amore"
by Lisa

In America where bird is the word,
When a person makes a drunken fool of themselves,
This is what they say.

When you drink to get drunk and get locked in your trunk
That’s a story
When you dress like, a transvestite
That’s a story
It’s on the news, now you feel confused, now feel are confused
And now you brood as it’s on your Dell-a
People sing, you’re ding-a-ling, you’re a ding-a-ling
And say “who’s this fella?”

Just as a rule when you’re drunk you’re a fool
That’s the story
When you dance down the street covered in lots of bird seed
That’s real dumb
You wish this was a dream and you know you’re not
Dreaming Signore
Scuzza me in news history
That’s the Story

All I Need Are Shoes

All I Need Are Shoes to the tune All I Need is You
By Lisa
If I were in a meadow running naked and free,
I’d pray that wouldn’t step on any bees.
And if I were to stub my toe on the root of a tree,
I’d want you to come and comfort me.

All I need are shoes to keep me astride,
To keep my feet both safe and dry.
All I need are shoes, oh can’t you see,
If you brought me some I’d be real happy.

I got a sliver in my foot in the mountain tall,
But nobody anywhere heard my call.
Oh how the splinter really hurt me so,
I had to break off my big right toe.

All I need are shoes to keep me astride,
To keep my feet both safe and dry.
All need are shoes, oh can’t you see,
If brought me some I’d be real happy.

They tend to stink as I run on the sod,
Stepping in pee and wherever I trod.
Like when you are on the floor you want a rug,
I don’t’ want to step on any slugs.


All I need are shoes to keep me astride,
To my feet both safe and dry.
All I need are shoes, oh can’t you see,
If you brought me some I’d be real happy.

Running through the wood or stepping in the fire,
Shoes are the only thing I desire.
I know it’s a hassle but after this song I wrote,
If you brought me some, I’d write a thank you note.

All I need are shoes to keep me astride
To keep my feet both safe and dry
All I need are shoes, oh can’t you see
If you brought me some I’d be real happy.