Tis the season to be back-logged with to-do lists. Heck, even one of my to-dos is to take the time to write down a to-do list.
Christmas was great this year, although a little quiet and sort of empty feeling since my brother and sister couldn't make it. I'll upload some pictures shortly from the festivities when I get the chance (another item on my to-do list).
And speaking of Christmas, I was contemplating what I wanted to write about it the other day. Turns out that the first thing that came to my mind was the word "tradition". I hope Jesus doesn't take offense -- but it's hard to not instantly think of family, my grandma's house, lutefisk, stockings full of presents that would make a dentist proud, laughing, and of course, Cool Whip.
Then I laughed to myself at the irony of thinking of and humming the melody to Tradition -- a great song from the musical Fiddler on the Roof. For those of you out there that are unfamiliar with Fiddler on the Roof, it is a Broadway musical about a Jewish family and its hardships living in Russia.
Let's bring back some learnings from elementary school:
If A = B and B = C, then A = C.
So it sounds like Christmas makes me think of Jewish fiddlers.