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Sunday, December 23, 2007 ( 10:09 AM ) Elinor Dashwood Blogiversary! Yesterday marked five years of Mommentary. Here's the post that started it all. The Santa question. If you've read Cacciaguida recently, you've seen that we never did the Santa business with our children. That is, we read them "A Visit from St. Nicholas" and told them about the saintly bishop's character for doing charity by stealth, but we made it clear that the miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer were a charming fairy story and not to be believed as fact. Here's what I want to know about parents who tell their children about Santa as if it were true, to add wonder and specialness to Christmas: have they thought this through? At Christmas we celebrate the beginning of our Redemption, when God's own Son came into a cold and exhausted world to work our salvation. If you want wonder and specialness, try this: go somewhere alone - in church, perhaps, or anywhere quiet - and try to understand what was done for you, and at what cost; how the history of all Heaven and the fate of all Earth were changed, so that God might not lose you to the fire. I'm inclined to think that if that isn't enough wonder for you, a guy in a red suit jumping down the chimney won't be a satisfactory substitute. A merry Christmas, a blessed Nativity to you. # Tuesday, December 18, 2007 ( 2:19 PM ) Elinor Dashwood Cacciaguida's dad died very early this morning. We're all extremely sad. # Tuesday, December 04, 2007 ( 12:34 PM ) Elinor Dashwood It was touch-and-go there for a while, but I think I will probably not die of this cold. It started with that premonitory tickle in the throat, and I immediately set about bombing it with Zicam, a perfectly wonderful substance that usually cuts off my colds before they really get going. It didn't stop the cold altogether this time, but has worked so well so often in the past that I'm inclined to think that this strain of rhinovirus must be a real humdinger. What the Zicam appears to be doing is what I've observed Cold-Eeze (another favorite) do sometimes. The cold seems to have been put into hyperdrive, and is rushing through the usual stages at great speed, rather like the initiation scenes in The Court Jester. I hope to be better in a day or two. But all this is nothing. Cacciaguida's father will have surgery tomorrow morning to correct a contusion on the brain. The doctors say that, as brain surgery goes, this is comparatively quick and simple, but there's always a risk, especially as he's seventy-six and has not been in good health for some time. Any prayers for his well-doing will be greatly appreciated. # |
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