Sunday, December 28, 2008

Christmas to a "T"

I think most of us have come to realize there is a time for everything.  Right now is time for blogging.  The cat threw up on the satellite dish receiver so the TV's out.  I can't find the book that I have been trying to start for the last couple of weeks.  The Christmas turkey is in the oven.  Dinner at 4 today ~ three days after a biscuits and gravy breakfast welcoming Christmas morn with the girls and Wayne.  The fire is burning in the fireplace.  So let's get these fingers to tapping........

For all the rush it took to get it off the ground Christmas certainly checked out as quickly as it checked in. Last minute print jobs that wouldn't spool.  A lot of hours spent fretting over whether or not the bulletins would ever get done.  And the final straw;  Noon o'clock the day before Christmas Eve, Pastor finding a missing T in "Christmas" right smack dab in the middle of the opening page of each of the 700 bulletins printed for the 5:30 Christmas Eve service.  Not only did the innards need to be re-run, we had to take them apart and rebuild them with the covers to make them right.  And that was with another 600 for the 4 'clock service waiting in the wings.  I have to tell you, I learned more about printers in the last two weeks than I ever really wanted to know.  And, I can run all kinds of booklets, going from 8.5 x 11 to 7 x 8.5 and back again.  In color;  or do you need black and white?  Don't want to make your bulletin covers, I know just the perfect store to take your order for pre-mades.  And I also learned that I do really work in a slice of heaven here on earth.  Even with snippy lips and snarls from some (we are all human, you know) the crew I work with gets my nomination for best support and certainly best encouragers.   And my Boss, He gets the star.  

Yes, I could have let the bulletins go out ~ most people would never have noticed.  But I would have known.  And it would not have been good enough.  It's kind of like the feeling the little drummer boy probably had when he could only offer to play his drum for the Baby.   And so, to honor Him,  my co-workers and I rebuilt the bulletins and no one ever knew the difference.

I hope yours was a Merry celebration, too.  

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