Like the Graceful Dolphin, I shall Dive into the Chaotic Oceans!

                    Yesterday was Rainbow Preschool's annual Christmas party, and it was great. Nate, my mom, Emania and I went baring cards, candy canes, cookies, and juice for all the little munchkins. All the classrooms were opened up with different " stations " for the kids to go to involving playing with toys, watching, " The Grinch who Stole Christmas ", making holiday crafts, and reading holiday books. Santa Claus was found in room #4, with a long line of anxious 3 and 4 year olds waiting to tell Santa what they wanted and what a good boy or girl they had been. Emania knew no fear, and ran right up to Santa as her turn came, and leapt right onto his lap. She was sooooo happy to finnally see him. She told him she was a good girl, and she wanted a doll...LOL. Santa gave her a huge plastic cup filled with coloring designs, candy, a beanie baby, and a little book for her to take home. Emania was rather tired and cranky by the time 10 am rolled around, so we decided to take her home early. We went back to her room and spoke to her teacher Jessica, who teared up when we discussed Emania leaving her room to start therapy. Mom and I told her what a huge difference we've seen in her thanks to her and Robert, and how much we appreciated their help. Jessica gave us a stocking Emania made that was filled with gifts from all her teachers and therapists, an ornament that I will cherish for the rest of my life ( Its a picture of Emania with a big smile made with popcicle sticks and paper ), a little ornament the teachers made for us ( A snowman on a sled ), and then a little gift from Emania with love. It looked like a cd case made with holiday foil ( Which it was ), and Jessica told us it was a CD that Robert and the kids made. She said there was also a message for us from Emania on it. So we took it home, and popped it in the CD player. There were recorded songs on there with some of our favorites, recordings of the kids singing holiday songs, and then there was song #7. Its an instrumental with guitars and all... but every so often it would pause, and we would hear a childs voice saying something along the lines of " Merry Christmas Mom and dad ". Well, towards the end, we heard Emania's tiny voice, perfectly audible and clear saying, " Merry Christmas Mommy and Daddy, I love You! ". Nate and I heard this, looked at each other, and began to sob. It was so precious, and made us feel so good inside... no words can describe it. Alls I can say is, " This is what it means to be a mommy or daddy ". Gods bless Emania, she made my christmas bright with love and cheer. I can't wait to play this for my mom.

                     Now, for a little rant. I'm getting really fed up with pagans putting down the bible. A couple nights ago, I heard several ' regs " talking about how funny it was that the " stupid christians " believed the fictional stories in the bible and based their faith on lies. I felt anger bubble up inside, and when the mic was free, and went off. Since when are OUR stories so much more true than theirs? I asked them why they can believe Cerridwen changed into 7 different animals as she chased Taliesin and swallowed him whole, causing her to become pregant, but can't believe there was a great flood? Give me a fucking break. No ones spirituality is better than the others, so if your a pagan who thinks the bible is crap, remember that the next time you read the Oddyssey. Hypocritical fucks. OH... and P2's new favorite annoying lil twat Kiera thought she would poke fun at christians by saying " God raped Mary " and went on this little tirade about how " God " was evil. Well, ya know what bitch? Zeus raped HUNDREDS of women ya dumb cunt. She shut up when I brought that up. I.Hate.Stupid.Ignorant.Selfloving.Hypocritical.Moronic.Pagans.  Grrrrrr

                    One wonders, if Jesus does come back, what will the wiccans and pagans do? Will they spit in his face? Will they bitch at him about how rotten they've had it because of his followers? Or will they shake his hand and say, " Nice to meet you ". I'm not going to do any of those things. I'm going to hug him. No one ever gave the man a hug. They were too busy worshipping the ground he walked on. But did anyone stop and think, " Maybe he just wanted to feel connected to people. Maybe he just wanted a family and some friends. Maybe he was human and just wanted to be loved for who he was, not what he was. " So Jesus, I promise, when you show up, Ima give you a hug. Everyone needs a little hug every now and then... even the prophets. Happy Birthday.