Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow.
Note: I spent yesterday fighting my cold and resting. This morning I am off to have some cardiac tests run and then meeting with one of my cardiologists. I am giving my computer off tomorrow to begin the Christmas weekend. We will return next Monday or Tuesday. Enjoy the holidays.
Ray’s Daily First Published on December 22, 2004
It is the season to celebrate and spread joy. Joy, what a great word, it means: feelings of great happiness or pleasure, especially of an elevated or spiritual kind, a pleasurable aspect of something, or something that is seen as a source of happiness. But it also means to derive joy from something, or to give somebody joy.
Like many grandchildren, my grandchildren are a great joy to me. It seems to me that they spread joy wherever they go. It is sad that so many of us loose the gift as we grow older. I firmly believe we can recapture the spirit, for I find that if we dedicate ourselves to providing joy to others we will reap great joy in return.
Joy is not in things, it is in us.
Christmas in Florida
Believe it or not, Christmas in Florida is a wonderful time of year. We offer sand instead of snow! We have some cold Christmases, but we also have some Christmases when it’s 85 degrees. One good tip is to turn your air conditioner down to 50 degrees, then throw another log on the fire!
We string lights all over our palm trees, decorate our houses with beautiful lights, and swim in our heated pools by christmas lights instead of candlelight! It’s very romantic ~ try it sometime. As you can see we can make it pretty great here. Take a look at one of our Creations of Christmas Poems…
Twas A Florida Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town, No rose were frozen – no snow fluttered down.
No children in flannels were tucked into bed, They all wore shortie pajamas instead.
To find wreaths of holly was not very hard, For holly wreaths grow in most every back yard.
In front of the house were Daddy and Mom Decorating the Crotons and Coconut Palm.
The sleeping kiddies were dreaming with glee, Hoping to find water skis under their tree.
They all knew that Santa was well on his way, In a read and white sports car, instead of a sleigh,
He whizzed up the highway and zoomed up the road, In a snappy convertible delivering his load.
And soon he arrived and started his work, For he hadn’t a moment to linger of shirk.
As he jumped from the car he gave a deep chuckle, He was dressed in Bermudas, with Ivy League buckle,
There weren’t any chimneys, but that caused no gloom, For Santa came in through the Florida room.
He stopped at each house, stayed only a minute, Emptying the bag ‘o toys he had in it, Before he departed, he treated himself, To a big glass of Orange Juice left on the shelf.
He turned with a bounce and leaped in the car, Remembering he still had to go very far.
Then turning the key and lighting the dash, Up Interstate ninety-five he went like a flash,
But we heard him exclaim as he went on his way, “Merry Christmas, Y’All ~ I wish I could stay.”
“The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet.”
A young doctor moved out to a small community to replace the aging doctor there. The older doctor suggested that the younger doctor accompany him as he made his house calls so that the people of the community could become accustomed to him.
At the first house they visited, the younger doctor listened intently as the older doctor and an older lady discussed the weather, their grandchildren and the latest church bulletin. After some time, the older doctor asked his patient how she had been feeling.
“I’ve been a little sick to my stomach,” she replied.
“Well,” said the older physician, “you’ve probably been over doing it a bit with the fresh fruit. Why don’t you cut back on the amount of fresh fruit you eat and see if that helps.”
As they left the house, the younger doctor asked how the older doctor had reached his diagnosis so quickly.
“You didn’t even examine that woman,” the younger doctor stated.
“I didn’t have to,” the elder physician explain. “You noticed that I dropped my stethoscope on the floor in there. Well when I bent over to pick it up, I looked around and noticed a half dozen banana peels in the trash can. That is probably what has been making her ill.”
“That’s pretty sneaky,” commented the younger doctor. “Do you mind if I try it at the next house?”
“I don’t suppose it could hurt anything,” the elder physician replied.
At the next house, the two doctors visited with an elderly widow. They spent several minutes discussing the weather and grandchildren and the latest church bulletin. After several minutes, the younger doctor asked the widow how she had been feeling lately.
“I’ve felt terribly run down lately,” the widow replied. “I just don’t have as much energy as I used to.”
“You’ve probably been doing too much work for the church,” the younger doctor suggested without even examining his patient. “Perhaps you should ease up a bit and see if that helps.”
As they left, the elder physician said, “Your diagnosis is probably right, but do you mind telling me how you came to that conclusion?”
“Sure,” replied the younger doctor. “Just like you, I dropped my stethoscope on the floor. When I bent down to pick it up, I looked around and there was the preacher hiding under the bed!”
Shopping tip: You can get shoes for 85 cents at bowling alleys.
Men are great! Every woman should own one!!!
Men are just boys in better bodies!
Men are just like computers, and a smart woman keeps a backup.
Men are like bras: they offer light, medium and complete support.
I earn a seven-figure salary. Unfortunately, there’s a decimal point involved.
An Irishman is walking along the beach one day, and he sees a bottle laying in the sand. He picks it up and starts to brush it off, and out pops a genie.
The genie says, “Since you have freed me from the bottle, I will grant you three wishes.”
The Irishman thinks for a moment and says, “I’m feeling a might thirsty, I think I’ll be wishing for a pint of stout.”
POOF! There is a pint of stout in his hand. He drinks it down, and starts to throw the bottle, when the genie says, “I’d look at that bottle again before I threw it if I were you.”
So he looks at the bottle, and it is magically filling back up with stout.
The genie told him, “That is a magic bottle, and it will always fill back up after you finish it.”
The genie then asked, “What other two wishes can I grant for you?”
The Irishman looks at the bottle in his hand and says, “I’ll be taking two more of these.”
The only people to get even with are those who have helped you.
An old lady had always wanted to travel abroad. Now that she was getting on in years, she thought she would really like to do so before she died.
Until then, she’d never even been out of the country. So she began by going in person to the Passport Office and asking how long it would take to have one issued.
“You must take the loyalty oath first,” responded the passport clerk. “Raise your right hand, please.”
The old gal raised her right hand.
“Do you swear to defend the Constitution of the United States against all its enemies, domestic or foreign?” was the first question.
The little old lady’s face paled and her voice trembled as she asked in a small voice, “Uhhh . . . all by myself?”
May your walls know joy;
May every room hold laughter and every window open to great possibility.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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