My Christmas “Miss-Her-Toe” Celebration (standard:humor, 907 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Dec 13 2015	Views/Reads: 1969/1391	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Tis the season to reflect on all the work that our hands have found to do during the past year. The Christmas tree is just a symbol of working together and it is always the outcome that matters not the process.

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Christmas tree inside the box did not seem to suffer any damage. That 
was not the worst of it. 

Neither of us moved until we had examined the situation and much to my
alarm the box had fallen within one half inch of my wife's foot. At 
this moment, I was sweating profusely. 

Then I heard her softly, almost whisper, say, “You can be glad it missed
my toe.” 

I was. 

My greatest temptation at the time was to laugh. I mean, really laugh
out loud. One glance at my wife informed me that to laugh out loud at 
this moment was to jeopardize my toe. 

Sometimes the best form of valor is to laugh inside without your face
knowing you are laughing. 

Later that evening as we were sitting around the Christmas tree drinking
some eggnog I thought of a verse of Scripture. “Whatsoever thy hand 
findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, 
nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest” 
(Ecclesiastes 9:10). 

Tis the season to reflect on all the work that our hands have found to
do during the past year. The Christmas tree is just a symbol of working 
together and it is always the outcome that matters not the process. 


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