amen phil!  I don't care if someone says happy holidays to me... i'll say
"no... merry christmas!"
Jen and MAMA-Star
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remembering how to fly."
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Sunday, December 25, 2005 9:43 PM
Subject: Christmas or Holidays


>A lot of the talk shows in Denver have been debating the Christmas verses
> Holidays terms.  Last Christmas, our new mayor tried removing Merry
> Christmas from the city and county government building.  The citizens
> threw
> a fit and he decided to leave it the way it is, and has been, for decades.
> Our Christmas parade is called the Parade of Lights.  You certainly would
> not want to call a Christmas parade a Christmas parade, especially when it
> was two nights, back to back, during Christmas.  Last year, the Parade of
> Lights board thought they could band a large mega church here in town, the
> church runs over 5,000 just in their main building and many more in the
> satellite churches scattered around town, because they were afraid their
> float in the parade might have a religious theme.  When this hit the news,
> again, voting citizens came out of the woodwork and they allow the church
> to
> enter a float.  This year, they allowed a lot of Christmas Christian
> floats
> and walking choirs singing Christian Christmas songs about who?  Jesus!
> All
> this has reminded me of the first time I got my own vending stand in the
> state services for the blind program.  This public school administration
> building had been bombed by an Latino activist, although in Denver they
> prefer to be called Hispanic instead, years earlier and blown part of one
> floor out into the street.  So building security went to one and one only
> door entrance, you needed identification given to you by the building
> security, and there was a security guard at that door.  One night, when I
> was cleaning up the shop, I found a lady's purse on one of my tables I was
> washing down.  It freaked me out because it had been a lady's purse placed
> in a lady's bathroom, containing the bomb, that blew half of that floor
> out
> into the street from three stories up.  I quickly called security, he came
> running down, and took the purse.  Nothing blew.  So back to my reason for
> this post.  As I stood at the back door by the security on Christmas eve,
> waiting for the lady I car pooled with and whose husband I led to Christ a
> couple of years later, she was a Christian, by the way, I would guess at
> least half of the building came down the stairs and passed by me before my
> ride came.  Everyone of them said Merry Christmas to me and which I, in
> turn, said the same to each and every one.  So, that night, I must have
> said
> Merry Christmas over 100 times before Cindy came down and we walked to her
> car.  I know this seems ridiculous but I enjoyed doing that more than you
> can imagine.  I was young, only about 21 years old, and Sandy and I had
> only
> been married for about two years or less.  There was something special
> about
> saying Merry Christmas that many times, and hearing it from everyone, that
> felt good.  So, I don't plan on changing regardless if the change it to a
> Holiday Tree verses a Christmas Tree.
>
> Phil.
>
>
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