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“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

For the first time in many weeks, I did not have to get up on Saturday morning to take photos of anything for the paper. Saturday night I could have stayed up late, but I actually went to bed at 9 p.m., and my nearly 86-year-old mom and my already 88-year-old dad were still awake when I did.

Christmas is quickly fading into my rear-view mirror as I think about the New Year. Let me encourage you, New Year, new you? Probably not. Let’s be real, you are not going to change much in the next year. I know this because I’m ordained, God likes me a lot and I’m still the same old person I was last year at this time. Okay, maybe I stretched the God likes me a whole lot part but I am ordained and that has to count for something, right!?