A neighbor! A neighbor. Who would have thought that being a neighbor could be an art. But it is. Imagine. When was the last time you went to your neighbor's house with cookies, cakes or even a casserole in hand? Probably, never? Yeah, it's not that easy to do these days and we have so many excuses NOT to. What if my neighbor is an axe murderer? Hahah. It's funny but, unfortunately, in some cases it's not too far fetched. However, last night our very sweet Mennonite neighbors came over with a fresh baked angel cake in hand and children in tow. Resurrect the Jesus in me. It did. What is my problem and what ever happened to loving my neighbor?? Now, before I make myself sound like a complete ogre, I do give food to my next door neighbors and when our garden is in bloom I give them fresh veggies. But, they live five steps and a jump from my front door. Going around the block seems like too much. Not any more. This year we're going to take cookies to the neighbors over the far field. What a memory for my children. Baking and making only to give it and smile. Yes, I think this is what the Christmas spirit is all about. It's the time of year where being nice isn't odd or freaky. It's expected. And you should do it.
Ho, ho, ho
and a bottle of rum sparkling apple cider. Watch out Mennonites, because here the Kelbatyrovs come!
