A Taboo Celebration – Are You Kidding??

I give God the glory and celebrate a commemorative birth. Countdown to Christmas Blog!

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The muddy slush piles up against the curb and trampled footprints scatter about as the sidewalks are covered in our first snow. Storefronts capitalize on impending Christmas shopping; windows are thoroughly decorated by professionals. Full of alluring ideas that tax the mind where wallets won’t permit, it’s hard to swallow at times. Comparing prices, we shop online, frustrated, then wait in lines. Is it really worth it? Paying for overnight delivery, we have ran out of time….


Though our hearts are consumed with love, we are obsessed with not wanting to forget a single person. So, checking our list, we seem to lose sight of what this holiday represents. It’s sad that the birth of Jesus may be categorized as a pagan (non-Christian) taboo holiday. We come together bearing gifts to commemorate what Christ stands for on the 25th day of December, even though there is no specific date given in the Bible for his birth. But there was a time when celebrating Jesus’ birthday was taboo. For hundreds of years, He went unnoticed and today I sit and wonder, is Christmas really blasphemous? Is decorating your church really sacrilegious?


In regards to paganism, Christmas isn’t religious. It is their belief that Jesus had never existed as a man, only as a sort of spiritual entity. (And by the way it was thought to celebrate any birthday was paganism as well. Let that soak in while you wrap yourself around the holiday season.)


Giving credit in the 1600s, Rome was the birthplace of Christmas as we know it; so, it’s a fairly new celebration! Stephen Nissenbaum, author of the Pulitzer Prize finalist for “The Battle for Christmas” (Vintage, 1997) stated, “If you want to show that Jesus was a real human being just like every other human being, not just somebody who appeared like a hologram, then what better way to think of him being born in a normal, humble human way than to celebrate his birth?”


Protestants (the Puritans) hated this holiday and actually banned it in 1644. They believed it was an insult to God to honor a day associated with ancient paganism. Christmas trees and decorations were considered to be unholy rituals, and they also banned traditional Christmas foods such as mince meat pies and pudding. Puritan laws required that stores and businesses remained open all day on Christmas. The ban on the holiday was ultimately lifted in 1660, when Charles II took over the throne.


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Churches may worship differently but they still hang wreathes on their doors and maybe mistletoe in the hallways. Due to a lack of timekeeping in biblical times, Christmas became a commemoration of the birth of Jesus. This is what Christians celebrate today. To call Christmas blasphemous or churches sacrilegious? Are you kidding?


Starting out on the virgin snow, the foliage dons a winter coat and a pristine aroma filters in the pains. Alone in my thinking, I give God the glory and celebrate a commemorative birth. It should be celebrated every day and not just in December!


I thank God for all of my friends and followers – each and every one of you. My heart is a Christmas card spreading good cheer! May your Yule tidings comfort you in the oncoming year. Feeling so blessed, God rest ye all this time of year. Merry Christmas!!!

The First Snow

….and Biblical Facts About Snow. Countdown to Christmas Blogs Sliding Along….

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It’s Christmas eve and the homes in our neighborhood are all decorated with lots of creative ideas. In the cold and dreary dark, almost on cue, a flurry falls. So together, standing with our arms around each other, a light on ready for bed, you and I watch as it begins to snow. Excited it’s our first snow, you look up at me, smile and say, “Let’s go for a walk”. Racing to get layered up, I helped you with your new suede boots with furry collars and little gold bells attached to the outside. With two pair of leggings and three different tops, I think it’s safe to say you’ll probably stay warm.

So I wrapped a scarf around my neck, stuck a knit-y on my head, grabbed my black goose down and headed out. Do you know how hard it is to hold someone’s hand with mittens on? Scuffing the snow as we walked through the neighborhood, I see we are not alone; we have company as others thought the same as us. It’s amazing how much better the decorations look covered in white. I love this time of year! We must have walked a mile, I guess, both our noses were blood red, frozen, as the snow was accumulating on our clothing.

I looked at my watch, it’s 12:03. MERRY CHRISTMAS, my love! What a wonderland worth falling in love in for in this season. Frozen to the bone, we rush inside, strip in the foyer and ran to shower in an attempt to thaw. The tree is loaded with, “I love you” gifts under it. I smell the effervescence of freshly cut pine. It’s as though we had just cut the forest.

A good night’s sleep, listening for Santa, we rose the next morning to a glimmering sunrise. It’s as though the Lord had sprinkled star dust all over the snow sometime in the middle night. With carols filling the airwaves in the living room, and the sound of shovels scraping the walks in the background, it is Christmas morning – a time to rejoice! “Wow honey,” I see you moved the angel from the top of tree. “No”, I said , “I thought you did. Well then please tell me how it got on the mantle…..??”  It’s the magic of Christmas!

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Biblical Facts About Snow:


The word “snow” (Hebrew sheleg, Greek chion) appears 23 times in the Bible.


 “Driving snow” is an analogy for God’s judgment found in Ecclesiasticus 43:13:

By his commandment he maketh the snow to fall apace, and sends swiftly the lightnings of his judgment


In the bible, snow generates fruitfulness, wherever it falls.  As noted in Isaiah 55:10:

“The rain and snow come down from the heavens and stay on the ground to water the earth. They cause the grain to grow, producing seed for the farmer and bread for the hungry.”


Snow was used in the bible as an analogy of purity and cleanness. Each time we see snow, we should be ever mindful to strive to live clean, pure and holy lives, just the same way that Christ was pure and sinless.  Psalms 51:7:

“Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow”


The whiteness of leprosy is compared to snow in Exodus 4:6.

Then the Lord said, “Put your hand inside your cloak.” So Moses put his hand into his cloak, and when he took it out, the skin was leprous[a]—it had become as white as snow.


Snow is used to describe the color of Christ’s hair in Revelation 1:14:

 “The hair on his head was white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire.” 


In biblical times, snow that fell from the higher elevations, was stored deep in the mountains to be used in the summer months to cool off a drink. Proverbs 25:13:

“Like a snow-cooled drink at harvest time is a trustworthy messenger to the one who sends him; he refreshes the spirit of his master.”

Countdown to Christmas Blogs

Never miss a Christmas story and song! Read them all here….

Countdown to Christmas Blogs


#1:  Birth Of The Christmas Greeting Card

Birth Of The Christmas Greeting Card


#2:  A Rivalry of Christmas Harmony

A Rivalry Of Christmas Harmony


#3:  The Shy, Red Nose

The Shy, Red Nose


#4:  Paying Homage At Christmas

Paying Homage At Christmas


#5:  One-Horse Open-Sleigh

One-Horse Open-Sleigh


#6:  The First Snow

The First Snow





The Shy, Red Nose

….and Video Of The Original Book Of This Beloved Classic Christmas Song! Countdown To Christmas!

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This is a true story of a quiet, shy little boy of four children, whose Jewish parents lived in an upscale New York village. Born in 1905, Robert L. May was a loner who stayed to himself and considered himself a loser. He graduated from Dartmouth College in 1926. In 1937, Bob moved to Chicago and took a pittance of a job – a copywriter – for the store chain, Montgomery Ward.

Every night, his terminally ill wife, Evelyn, would lie on the couch and listen to Bob as he told an ongoing story of a shy, red-nosed reindeer, to their four year old daughter, Barbara. He also included the eight other reindeer who accompanied Santa – Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen. He found these names based on the poem, “A Visit From St. Nicholas”. Bob could certainly associate with Rudolph’s glowing red nose which made him a social outcast!

After his daughter’s bedtime, Bob would sit with his wife and write down what he had told his little girl. In July of ’39, Evelyn passed. The store manager insisted Bob take some time off to work on his picture book. Christmas came and the only gift he could afford to give Barbara was the storybook she dearly loved, as he had become inundated with his late wife’s medical debt.

He was invited to a business Christmas party at Montgomery Ward’s but he wasn’t interested in going. His cohorts insisted and they asked him to bring his book and read it to them. Astonished by his accomplishments, the employees cheered and applauded.

The manager of Montgomery Ward’s bought the rights for a promotional gig and sold 2.4 million story books the first year in publication in 1939. Bob, a mere writer, had struck gold!

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May persuaded Montgomery Ward’s corporate president, Sewell Avery, to turn the copyright over to him in January 1947. It’s popularity could help him to pay for his medical debt. At the time, he lived in a two room apartment with his daughter and now he had fame as well as fortune.

In 1948 , Bob’s brother-in-law, Johnny Marks wrote the song, “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer”, hoping Bing Cosby or Dina Shore would record it but they, and many others, turned it down. Finally, Gene Autry accepted the song. Within a few years, it was the second best-selling Christmas song ever!

In 1964, a television special about Rudolph produced by Rankin/Bass and narrated by Burl Ives, aired, and today it remains a popular perennial holiday favorite in the U.S. It is a classic children’s book of timeless proportions… a bedtime story of biblical proportions.

Barbara May was interviewed about her father by the Lakeland Ledger newspaper on December 26, 1981. A statement she made, describes her father’s fortitude yet complexity of his personality:

“He felt that Rudolph was something like him as a little boy, sort of scrawny and not quite accepted by the other kids on the block…. But he knew that a person had to keep going and that, somehow, perseverance and tolerance would win out.”

Truly a rags to riches story!

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Enjoy this video of the original book of “Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer”:




The Mayflower of Our Holiday

A Dedication to My Mother and My Wife…..

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I sit here in the early light, amongst the glitter and gold, only to ask God, “Why do we endure so many years of pain before peace and joy comes along?” Aromas resonate throughout the kitchen. Memories spill of childhood when Mom would begin to bake days before Thursday. Mesmerized, I stare off into the twinkling lights on the mantel….they shine on my spirit. I can hear Mom calling, “Come give me a hand.” Dad had gone to work so it was just mom and I there.

It was too cold to play outside and friends had left to spend Thanksgiving with their grandparents. We stayed home waiting on relatives to arrive from Connecticut. Cousins came to enjoy the fellowship and get caught up on the years past. Dad drove to Baltimore to pick up Grams from the nursing home. But that was then, young and innocent, and now I’m old and memories make me complacent.

So I hold my bride, who has rejuvenated my soul, and I smell her scalp as she leans against my forehead. I feel her warmth as it penetrates from the fire below. My mind shifts into warp drive, light years away from childhood now. The gray filters in, as the birthdates and cholesterol are on the rise.

Nonetheless, I miss my mother. I think she would have just adored you! I hope now, she’s staring down, watching us. She would smile while you run to grab something boiling on the stove. The holidays are filled with such fond memories…. of growing up, then the voids of disappointments. But that’s over now. It’s just me and you, as we start anew. I love you – you know?

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Editor’s Note:

Dear Lord,

On this Thanksgiving, I want to thank you for bringing my husband, Dana Bicks, to me.  Thank you for giving us the courage to commit to marriage!  I learn from him every day and I love seeking new adventures with him.  I pray for his heart, especially today.  May your Holy Spirit draw him ever closer to you, transform him, lead him as he leads myself and all our readers.  Make him strong and wise to your likeness, Lord.  Let him rise from the mistakes of the past and soar above all other broken wings.  I believe he is a gift that you have graciously given us all!  

God bless my wonderful husband and all his good deeds!  Thank you….


   ~~~~Anne Bicks

Breaking Bread

From Our Home To Yours…Happy Thanksgiving!

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It’s early morning and I can smell the aroma of pumpkin and turkey while walking into the kitchen. Cooling down on the counter, were loaves of bread as the beginning of the season is now upon us. It’s time to give thanks to all those who made this year a little easier for us; for dear friends and family; and more importantly, for our multitude of blessings from our Lord above.

The shorts and t-shirts has turned to football and wrapping gifts. The trees have lost their summer foliage and the wet, black bark stand somberly, against shades of gray. The embers in the fireplace are still aglow from the night before. The house has now turned into a winter wonderland.

Starting the day off right, we sip our coffee in bed along with the morning news and the joyful Thanksgiving parades. Later, I watch you scurry about the kitchen donning an old-fashioned apron. The family will all be here soon!

Getting ready to share the season…. it’s my favorite time of the year! The bread has risen, moist and golden brown; perfect for a holiday tradition. I lovingly watch you focus on perfection. Cradling the loaves onto an empty shelf, you close the refrigerator door and when turning to your right, a smile suddenly appears across your face. “Jesus is in our kitchen!”

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Gasping in His glory, you turn to the counter to reach for the last loaf. Gently, you hand it to Him and then pull out a chair. He smiles and reclines, gesturing me to do the same. Together, we break bread and sip the wine from our crystal goblets. How blessed we are for this communion of three!

Never issuing a word, Jesus came calling on this holiday. The brightest of bright! He shined at our table – the sacrament of life. And as He came, so He left; only a broken twig lay upon the table where we had broken bread. I watch the tears stream down your face as you take His napkin and wipe your cheek. In heaven smiling, He hath made a place now after watching you; preparing…. there too, your day will come.

The table now set in silver and gold, the charger plates wait, a centerpiece of holly and pinecones remind us of where they came from. I lit the candles as the doorbell rings bringing in the full swing of the holidays. Watching you smile from ear to ear, you carry out an extra chair from the bedroom and hand it to me. You greet the kids with a great big smile…. and a huge hug as well!!!! What a wonderful way to start our Thanksgiving!!


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The Frozen Flowers

This wonderful God we serve, has planted a garden in us all.

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The warmth of the mornings sitting outside are over. The flowers that brought us such joy, is now frozen in time. But a candle continues to burn as my love for you will never die. Cuddled in the house, sipping my warm brew, I thank God for our new life. He made our dreams come true. The holidays, fast approaching, will be like none other! My spirit fills the room as I anxiously await for the holidays to begin. Being accompanied by you, is the greatest gift God could send me….my heart just smiles as I look out at the frozen flowers.

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As most grow older and settle for a habitual routine, you and I are about to dance on the roulette Wheel of Fortune. Our lives, so full of joy and blessings, God has anointed our love for one another. Together, our mission is to give that, which only comes from the Holy Spirit, to every last person on Earth. Washing away the demons of yesterday, I look at you across the room. As the sun’s rays filter on your face, I realize, now, that the hell we went through was worth it all. God has honored us for being faithful to Him. He has ignited our hearts into the greatest love story ever written!

Dreams – the impossible thoughts – do come true! Some, you would never believe possible. But through prayer, I confirm that all things are obtainable through our Heavenly Father. And when you talk about riches, it’s not money. It’s the immense security of God depositing His grace into the voids of the disheartened.

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Keeping the faith, knowing God gives you unconditional love, stay in prayer and let Him control. We are not powerful enough to move the world although we can all paddle to help it turn. Grab an oar! Lend your soul to where God guides you conscience!

My heart is so content as the sun burns away the pain of long ago. And though our frozen flowers may wilt in the coming days, our hearts will still blossom like a summer shower. Love only grows if you water it.

My dear friends, allow my love for our friendships to spill over into your holidays! I pray for our Father to anoint everyone’s soul with the spirit of love and not contain our hearts’ determination. This wonderful God we serve, has planted a garden in us all. We discover, later in life, how to nurture the spirit that keeps our flowers from freezing.

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