Christmas morning. I was thirteen. My fifteen year old twin sisters Tracy and Lori and I were huddled in my bed waiting to be able to go down and open our gifts. It was a tradition and the girls would come into my bed in the morning and talk about gifts we gave to mom and dad, gifts we’d receive, the wonderful dinner we’d have together later and so on. Just a fun Christmas morning thing we always did. I really wasn’t feeling very good but didn’t say anything about it. I felt a little dizzy and stomach was upset. Finally, mom and dad called us down and we all ran down to the tree and Evolution Of Archery With Bow Shirt around it like we always did. Dad had put Christmas music on the record player and dad and mom had their coffees. This year Lori was the designated Santa who handed out the gifts.
And it was totally petty. I’m the new member of the group, after all, the low man on the totem pole. And SOMEBODY had to take trauma call Christmas Eve. AND take back-up trauma call Christmas Day. I was rounding in the ICU postcall Christmas morning. I was tired, having been up all night. But I was nowhere near exhausted as the Evolution Of Archery With Bow Shirt gathered by each bedside to hold their holiday vigil. By the time I finished updating them all, putting in orders, reviewing labs and CT scans, writing notes, and fiddling with knobs and gauges, it was 4 pm. After the 20 minute drive home there was just time enough to fling a hoverboard each with ribbon and bow at my niece and nephew before the phone rang. It was my partner on-call at the hospital.
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Why do I celebrate Thirsty Thursday’s when I don’t believe in the Norse god of thunder (though, I do love me some Chris Hemsworth). Why did I go to my Muslim friend’s Ifthar when I don’t believe in any of the stuff in the Quran? Why do I love the month of July even though I don’t believe that Julius Caesar was a god? I do a lot of things because there are cultural traditions wrapped up in them. Just because I recognize the absurdity of worshiping a Evolution Of Archery With Bow Shirt , doesn’t mean I’m gonna deny myself all the fun of doing the secular stuff I love. I’ll be fucked if I deny myself all the fun stuff just because it has some connections to religious stuff.
There is no truth in Christmas. Completely false in doctrine. It’s a lie, wrapped in pretty lies, put under a lie tree with other lies to take your mind off the lies that have been passed down by liars that lied and tried to tie it in with the birth of the only real truth in the whole fabrication. If you are seeking truth, you can find it in the person of Jesus of Nazareth, who was born in Bethlehem but not on the 25th of December. It was the dead of winter! Not temperate enough for the shepherds to be sleeping outdoors in the green pastures, much less warm enough to give birth to a Evolution Of Archery With Bow Shirt ….outdoors, in a manger, and entertain out of town company…. purportedly very wise out of town company bearing gifts. Wise enough not to travel in the winter time on camelback.