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To everyone, a merry Christmas.

It is just Christmas now, the little Bucketheads are all asleep. I've just laid out all the presents under the tree, and nothing is stirring, except for me and Willoughby, my Aunt Susie's puppy. We're going to hang out a bit, enjoy the quiet and see if we can bag us some reindeer.

It's strange, now, to see the frustrated anticipation, excitement and impatience on my son's face and remember how I felt. I know I won't be getting the Lego galaxy cruiser, or the Millenium Falcon I once wanted. But watching my children open their gifts will be better still.

My only Christmas regret is this: my mom has decorated her bathroom in a presidential theme. We tease her mercilessly for this, because even though she knows it's silly, she makes her decisions about what should or should not gain a place in the presidential bathroom with great seriosness.

I saw the picture at the top of this post yesterday, and didn't buy it.

I wish all of our remaining readers, and my fellow ministers the best of Christmases, joy, friendship, family and a happy new year.

Oh, and some change and hope.