John,
As usual, you are spot on. and I agree, we need to protect critical thinking, and especially moral agency, as taught by the Lord.
I recently wrote a poem about Christmas, that you might enjoy:
“As a boy, I dreamed of Santa”
By Kimball Rasmussen
As a boy I dreamed of Santa, who comes but once each year;
His sled all full of presents, pulled by eight reindeer.
I wondered, How did Santa get into every home?
And how could Santa’s sled throughout the world roam?
And what about the North Pole: Just why would he live there?
Perhaps he loved the winter, the ice, and polar bears!
And just how many Santa’s could come to every mall?
Some Santa’s short and chubby, while others rather tall.
I wondered, why the elves make some things in Taiwan?
And other things in China? My list goes on and on.
But now I know how Santa can really get things done.
He has a million helpers that make that midnight run!
His helpers always know how to get your favorite toys,
To meet the wants and wishes of all those girls and boys.
And now I see more clearly, the gift that counts the most,
The One that matters dearly, came from the heavenly host.
The purpose of each Christmas comes down to only One,
The Christ child in a manger,
The Gift, God’s only Son.
Kimball: TY for the support and the fine poem!
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John,
As usual, you are spot on. and I agree, we need to protect critical thinking, and especially moral agency, as taught by the Lord.
I recently wrote a poem about Christmas, that you might enjoy:
“As a boy, I dreamed of Santa”
By Kimball Rasmussen
As a boy I dreamed of Santa, who comes but once each year;
His sled all full of presents, pulled by eight reindeer.
I wondered, How did Santa get into every home?
And how could Santa’s sled throughout the world roam?
And what about the North Pole: Just why would he live there?
Perhaps he loved the winter, the ice, and polar bears!
And just how many Santa’s could come to every mall?
Some Santa’s short and chubby, while others rather tall.
I wondered, why the elves make some things in Taiwan?
And other things in China? My list goes on and on.
But now I know how Santa can really get things done.
He has a million helpers that make that midnight run!
His helpers always know how to get your favorite toys,
To meet the wants and wishes of all those girls and boys.
And now I see more clearly, the gift that counts the most,
The One that matters dearly, came from the heavenly host.
The purpose of each Christmas comes down to only One,
The Christ child in a manger,
The Gift, God’s only Son.
Kimball: TY for the support and the fine poem!