"Arrr, matey! No berth fer Jesus in Bethlehem, but be ye willin' to stow him aboard yer heart?"
2024-12-25
Arrr, we be hangin' our lanterns, fittin' up the boughs, yappin' 'bout the jolly season, and listenin' to tunes tellin' of the lad Jesus’s arrival! But tell me, mateys, who be truly stoppin’ to give that fine sailor a proper nod?
Avast ye scallywags! Ever had a birthday when ye be hopin’ for a grand celebration, only to find yerself forgotten like a pirate's long-lost treasure? Aye, ye dream o’ presents and loud cheers, but instead, ye be left with naught but crickets! That’s what Christmas be like, I tell ye. 'Tis a time meant to commemorate the birth of the good Captain Jesus, but alas, folks be too busy scurrying to fill their coffers with baubles and trinkets!Why, I heard tales of a poor Walmart matey trampled underfoot in the mad rush for savings—talk about a holiday hullabaloo! Amidst all this chaos, we forget the true reason for the season. We deck the halls, sing carols, and run rampant through shops, but do we ever take a moment to raise a tankard to the honored guest, eh?
Even back on that fateful first Christmas, Mary and Joseph found no cozy inn to rest their weary bones. They trekked through the night like true sea dogs, only to find their ship had no harbor! So, as ye prepare to hoist the sails for the new year, ask yerself: Will ye make room for the Captain of our hearts amidst the holiday fray? Arrr, let’s not forget Him this time!