Christmas in July, Part Two

Last year I did a little post called 'Christmas in July.' It turned out relatively well and I got some good feedback from it. It was just a silly little post about how my Grandmom used to dress us alike for Christmas. This year I was going to do the same thing but then...
something happened.

Mainly, Jen Hatmaker happened. 

She wrote a book called Interrupted that I made the mistake of reading.  And reading it made me feel all cattywampus on the inside.

Whatever, Spellcheck! Why don't you like the word cattywampus? Get a hold of yourself, Spellcheck.
Then I made the even bigger mistake of reading her book 7 and I feel like my whole world has been turned upside down. 

It's been turned catty wampus even.

Blast! Spell check doesn't like it like that either!

These books are all kinds of troublesome. 

So...Would you do me a big favor readers? 

WAIT!!!!! Billy Claunch! Under no circumstances are you to click that link! You will totally agree with her and I am not prepared for that so DON'T YOU DARE CLICK THAT LINK! All you other people absolutely have to though. 

For several years now Christmas day has become more and more stressful (and truly I'm the last person in the world to ever get stressed about anything) and less and less about Jesus. By the 25th my minions have been to so many gift giving occasions that they have basically been turned into spoiled brats entitled punks. So, I think she makes some really good points. 

Christmas when I was growing up was the absolute happiest time of the year. However, I had a pretty kick butt childhood and I can conjure up super happy memories from pretty much any season. Thanks, Mom and Dad! 

So, go read it! Unless your Billy!

Look, it's just one little old night than you aren't being treated to the awe inspiring elegance that is my normal blog. I don't think I've ever made you asked you to click on a link before so once every 18 months isn't so bad, right? Right!

AKA Jane Random

My superpower? The ability to blog everyday.

3 Comments

  1. Well, now I'm all cattywamous cuz everywhere you tell me to cluck just leads me nowhere. Sorry!

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