merry christmas to all and to all a good night

What more can I say...

What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

May the Light of God purify your hearts in brilliant stillness,
His Song feed an innermost hunger;
A gospel of peace, of love being true charity.

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6)

christmas miracle part ii

I've decided that on top of bread being a Christmas miracle, most everything in my life should be. I've been screaming "Christmas Miracle" all day. So here's a list of them from today:

Grant wasn't in bed and answered my text... Christmas Miracle
Eric and Katie were home... Christmas Miracle
John's Parents were home... Christmas Miracle
Person let me merge... Christmas Miracle
Saw man dangerously running across 2100 South... NOT Christmas Miracle
Seeing him still alive and running 20 minutes later... Christmas Miracle
Ben was playing Guitar Hero when I stopped by... Christmas Miracle
Work called, and told me to pick up pizza... Christmas Miracle
A customer, whom I don't know, brought me in the paper with my picture
in it... Christmas Miracle
Tina slammed her leg and made it bleed at work... NOT Christmas Miracle
Tina was still alive 20 minutes later... Christmas Miracle
Ali fell in love with Pandora... Christmas Miracle
The frenchies got mugged... NOT Christmas Miracle.
The frenchies received their package from the US... Christmas Miracle
The frenchies made cookies for Santa, and got carrots for the
reindeer... Christmas Miracle.
Sabe's stray cat ate her bread... Christmas Miracle (I think it would die without it)
Hypothetically, if we had gotten a hold of some questionable fireworks, and set them off to bring in the Christmas spirit, what would that have been considered?... Christmas Miracle....

to be continued...

it's a christmas miracle

It was a longer and busier day at work today, but there was something that made it much easier to get through. It was a Christmas Miracle.

Yes, homemade bread.

Ah, the powers of delicious bread. Well, the snow started

The roads got bad for driving...

But I made it into work and we had a great feast of fresh bread and jam. (and there was much rejoicing.) But the fun part was after work, when I got home. Ali-G (Most people call her Ali) came over and we made honey butter (and one honey "butter" made of margarine) for the delight-filled treat. We made them into Christmas gifts for people.

What a good day. It really was fun to take a day, bake bread, make honey butter, talk, laugh, eat, breath, digest, you know, the good stuff.

I'm so thankful for family, friends and the chance to take the time out of my day to do something for someone else.

famous

That's right readers. Mojo is famous. I was in a deseret new article about Guitar Hero. Lucy had written an article about how popular it was, but it never got published because it was the same time President Hinkley died. I thought that it was okay that they focused on him and his amazing life rather than Guitar Hero. Well, the article doesn't really talk about me because someone wrote a new article, but my photo was on it. AH YEAH!



That was an interesting thing to wake up to this morning. Ben (in the middle) text me to tell me. Well, now that THAT is out of the way, off to the good stuff.

I've been thinking a lot about the song Little Drummer Boy. I heard it sung by Patty Loveless, and it really gets to me:

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.

I think that the reason I like this song so much is that I feel that I am a little drummer boy. I have nothing good enough to give to a King, none the less the King of Kings, the Great I Am. So all I can give Him is myself. Christmas rocks. I'm so blessed to have a knowledge of who I am and where I come from. And most importantly, what my potential is.

work christmas party

Tonight was spent at the work Christmas party...








I think that my favorite part is the girl in black was the server. I didn't even know that she jumped into the picture until I uploaded the pictures to the computer. How cool is that.

Shelby from Iggy's, if you see this, I've decided that you rock, and if I ever see you again, we should be friends. Plus, I think your name is really cool. I know two other Shelby's. You should make a facebook group.

I'm so glad to have such awesome people in my life. Although I don't really socialize with most of them out of work (...I don't even socialize...), it's great to be able to get together, eat so much you want to ralph, and laugh. How amazing is that? I'm very blessed to have good people around me.

days off

watching Top Gun in bed this morning... need I say more. I'm thankful for lazy Sundays. Church was good too. No talks, just Christmas musical program.

Oh, and I'm thankful for ibuprofen. I've had a headache.

frozen bliss

Yay for snow.
It is great.
It has been snowing
as of late.

It's cold and white.
Shoveling the walks.
I think I'll need
some warmer socks.

But don't you fear,
it just won't stay
but then again,
perhaps it may.

December comes
and isn't the same
this poem sucks,
...totally lame...


I'm just excited to see some snow. I really love to see it fall. I know that sounds so cliche, but winter and Chirstmas just aren't the same without a little snow. So today, I've decided to be thankful for snow and celebrating the different seasons.

i want to be dentist

My mother and I spent the day last week putting up Christmas lights around the house. They look pretty awesome. And the more time that I spend in the kitchen (I eat a lot) at night with the lights on around the house, the more I find myself grateful for the Christmas spirit.

And as I sit here watching Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer with Joan, Jim, Sallee and Nathan, I realize that Christmas brings out good things in me.

I've been told I look like the elf who wants to be a dentist...


I'm surprised to see how sexist this movie really is. Oh, the 1960s...