I tell you this, I ceased to believe in Father Christmas, or Santa, years ago. As a child I asked for a live unicorn as a present. I didn't get it. I was told Santa could not bring him down the chimney. So I ceased to believe.
Until the other day. I got home from work late and as I drove into our drive I saw Santa leaving our house in a hurry from the back door. He jumped over a fence and into his car which drove off at speed. No doubt he's delivering our presents early this year!
I imagined lying under a tree as she said, then a dog came and relieved itself!
You know those contraptions they point at you to check your temperature? I went to the supermarket and the assistant pointed it at me. It must have messed up my brain. I went in the shop for some groceries and got out with wines and chocolates.
Just a thought ... what if you went to church and the priest pointed the instrument at you. And he could tell all your sins. Would you go to church again?
But God can see all your sins. He does not need an instrument for that. Think about it!
Anyway ... not much else to say for the moment. So as I lean back on my chair and read what's on my computer monitor one more time ...
All I have to say is ... ... ... ... ...