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10 Reasons YOU should work at Bible Camp this Summer.

I was looking for a good article to post about working at camp. I couldn’t find one. So I guess I’ll write it myself. ..

Camp seems to have been part of my life since I was 8 years old and could go as a camper.  Now, 25+ years later, camp is still part of my life and really it will always have a part of my heart.  As I think about hiring staff for the summer; I have begun to think about all the good things that happen when we give our time to camp. Not just Dauphin Bible Camp, but any Bible Camp.  Listen up people, if you’ve never worked at camp before, its really not too late, and you’re really (probably) not too old!! Here are some great reasons to work at camp that I have come up with. Now some will probably be directed more to the younger age group (16-20ish), but I truly want this to be read by all ages, don’t rule yourself out because you have a career or family or otherwise!

  1. You can get a good tan! Now maybe some of us have not been blessed with flying down to Mexico this winter, even if we have, that 2 week tan has worn off. Not too many jobs allow you to get out and work on browning yourself for like 6-8 weeks! Or burning yourself depending on your skin tone.  So say goodbye to tanning beds and spray tans. Come to camp.
  2. Casual Fridays; Every day! If you have ever worked anywhere other than maybe your family farm, you have a dress code. And while camp does require you to dress modestly, we won’t judge your sweatpants and stained shirt from Monday-Friday noon. But we ask that you wear your camp shirt on Sunday and maybe look presentable when Parents pick up their kids on Friday 😉
  3. Learn to work! Now maybe if you’re young, this isn’t a high priority for you.  But I can tell you as a parent, I love to see my kids accomplish their work and be helpful.  Work isn’t always fun, but it can be so rewarding and at Camp there is tons of work to be done. Always. From cleaning bathrooms, mucking stalls, setting up wide games, to dealing with camper disputes, there isn’t a lot of downtime. Learning to work hard isn’t something people always learn at home, so coming to camp and learning to be responsible for your duties is not only helpful as a life skill, it’s rewarding! Also, actually pretty fun when you’re among friends!
  4. Be a kid again! Maybe this one is more for the older peeps, like me 😉 Being an adult isn’t all that fun all the time. Let yourself go back in time to when life wasn’t so serious;  sounds good doesn’t it? I think letting go of some of the serious side of life is good for anyone’s health. I don’t know about you, but maybe jumping into a pool full of crazy 10-year-olds or building a sleeping bag fort with some 6-year-olds could be the perfect way to leave some stress behind. (Or at least having a break from the stress for a few days)
  5. Worship! Isn’t there something amazing about hearing kids sing their little hearts out? Where else do you get to sing songs twice a day, singing to a Savior and Creator and hearing the sweet sound of voices who are searching for Truth. Praise and Worship is a unique and wonderful experience at camp.  I would encourage you the next time you find yourself in a worship time at a Bible Camp; just stand and listen and your heart will be blessed.
  6. Close Friends! Camp is a place that strong friendships just seem to happen. When you spend day in and out doing ministry with people a special bond is created.  Of course, friendships happen in other environments too, but there is something about seeing each other struggling and growing that brings you closer.
  7. Discovering you! Since Camp has so many opportunities to work on so many skills, it really gives you a chance to figure out what you love and what you don’t.  It can challenge you to try new things you’ve never done and give you space to keep going on what you’re great at.  It might just help you know where God is leading you next.
  8. Food! Who doesn’t like eating for free, am I right? Fresh Cinnamon buns for staff meeting. Homemade soup for lunch and enough grilled cheese to feed 400 people (even though there are only 100 of us 😉 Although usually by week 4 we are ready for a bit more variety, Camp food is always a bonus!
  9. Be a part of changing lives! When you work at camp, whether it’s at the stables, on the work crew or in the cabin, you are a part of how kids learn and grow. Maybe it’s helping a kid get over his fear of getting on that horse. Maybe it’s helping a kid read a verse out loud for the first time in front of his cabin. Maybe it’s answering questions a child has about Jesus or giving a hug to a kid who needs it. Some of these things maybe small or insignificant but can be huge to a kid! Who knows, maybe when they look back on their lives, it could be the kindness or words you shared with them at camp that made all the difference!
  10. Personal Growth! Nothing makes you grow more intensely than when you’re in the thick of something. Lack of sleep, stretched patience, kid’s misbehavior; these are all things that will probably happen while you’re at camp. It has been my experience that when I am the weakest, Christ seems to show up with his strength! (2 Corinthians 12:10) Camp work makes you rely on God because it’s just too hard to do it alone. When I think back to my cabin leader days when I was 16, 17, 18 years old there are such strong memories of seeing God work in my life. Energy when I should have been tired. Answers to things that were too impossible for me to know on my own. God grew my faith in those years like nothing had before. I think often when we come into something like helping at camp, we think we are the ones going to be a blessing, but when its all said and done, we see how we were the ones who actually learned something new and were blessed.

The list could go on friends. But really, there are so many ways you can get involved in helping at Camp.  This isn’t an easy task at all, it’s a challenge!  I believe our world is becoming harder and harder to live as a Christian. Camp really sets it all up for people to have the freedom to share who God is and what He has done. Please pray about how you can help at Dauphin Bible Camp or any Bible Camp this summer. Maybe you can help by cooking or being a speaker.  Perhaps you can help by giving a young staff member financial support so they can work at camp (I’ll be honest they don’t get paid as much as they deserve!!) Maybe you can challenge yourself to spend a week in a cabin with some bouncy 9-year-old boys! I challenge you to pray and see if God would have you give in some way this summer.

The old kitchen/Chapel

This week Dauphin Bible Camp lost their old kitchen and Chapel. The news was both shocking and saddening to me personally. For 9 years Dauphin Bible Camp was our home. Not just our home away from home, but our real home. And for 5 of those summer we lived in the Shilo building which meant right outside our window was the view of the main building.
After reading some of the news reports posted in several difference media outlets, I was so proud to hear of the staff who were up there during the fire. All reports were praising the staff for handing the situation so well. They did everything right, keeping everyone safe and were so helpful to emergency people on site. The staff kept the kids fed, entertained and busy until their parents arrived. Keeping good attitudes the whole time, it was truly Jesus shining through 
So while reading some of these online news reports I read a few of the comments. Maybe I shouldn’t have…But a few have caused me to reflect. ‘Why is everyone so sad about this, it was just a building, no one got hurt’ was one of the comments. Of course, I know all anyone can really ask for in the case of a fire is that no one is harmed. That was the case in this situation, and for that I am thankful to God for sparing every child and staff from any injuries! But why did so many respond to this event with sadness? This building was just a building, yes; in and of itself, it did not save anyone for Jesus; it was a 41 year old structure made of wood, concrete, and tin. But the sadness comes more with what this building represented and the memories it held for probably thousands of people!
Weddings and wedding receptions took place in the DBC chapel and dining hall. Camp get-to-gethers, where community members came to learn and donate their funds to keep the whole place running from year to year took place in this building. This building was were hundreds of people stood on that old wooden stage, sang about Jesus, praised our Father and taught about His love. It was a building where, most likely, hundreds of kids made a new decision to follow Jesus for the first time. Right on one of the old, wooden church pews, they would have bowed their head and invited Him to be their Savior.
It was where countless staff shared, cried and prayed about the kids they cared for in their cabins. It was where cooks made countless, AMAZING meals to feed kids all summer. It was where we sat at the ugly mint tables, with the ugly mint melmac dishes and ate the food prepared for us! It’s where we hung our hats and hoodies on the old elk antlers above the mantel. It was where numerous games of ‘upset the fruit basket’, ‘honey if you love me’ and’ I’ve never’ were played in a gigantic circle on a rainy day. The list could go on and on, but the point is, this building was special, whether you remember it being built and used 40 years ago or if you met Jesus there or if you volunteered your time and gave your heart to the ministry in any way. It represents spiritual growth and fond memories for thousands of people!
Another comment I read on a news report was “Where was Jesus?” I suppose on some level that is a valid question. And although, I am sure the comment was meant to be sarcastic, I thought about it seriously. Never did I doubt that Jesus was missing from camp! As the fire had died down, and our chapel was only a pile of rubble and ashes, cabin leaders and leadership gathered in our new kitchen, and worshiped Jesus. They were sad about their loss of the building and some of their personal belongings, but they choose to praise God for sparing lives and all the other buildings. I won’t claim to be any type of philosopher or someone who knows how God chooses to work. I don’t even want to try to figure out and see the good in all of this. Sometimes it’s just not for us to figure out or see. So we can just hold on to the truth that God is good and He is faithful (Psalm 100:5) Jesus showed up this Monday at DBC, his presence was perhaps even more strong than ever!
We say goodbye to our beloved old chapel and kitchen, with its beautiful glass cross on the north facing wall, the sketchy drama room clothes, and the ghetto upstairs where tired staff rested on their skill off. So many came to Jesus in that building and lots of good came from all those decisions, but now as we move forward. Those same memories and decisions will be made in the new kitchen and a someday new chapel that the camp may choose to build (ok and don’t anyone get any ideas about that, I have no info about what may or may not be built in its place) To God be the glory as this camp moves forward!

I’ll Do It My Own Way!

ll’l do it my own way!  I have heard this quote come out of my brothers mouths more times than I would like to recall. You see when I was about 12 or 13 (I am sure my brothers would say something far off like 18 or 19) I was having trouble backing up our lawn mower with the wagon attached to the back and they were watching me struggle with the task. I would back up only to have the wagon jack knife, so I would get off and drag it straight again. One or both of them were there asking to help me.& I kindly said I was fine ha! Not exactly….I WILL DO IT MY OWN WAY, I yelled back.

The crazy thing was it wouldn’t be too big of a deal dragging the wagon back into place a few times, if it were empty. But at the time there was a two huge garbage cans full of vacuumed up grain in it! Man was I stubborn and strong willed! So now anytime someone is trying to do something on their own, without help you can always count on a brother of mine to say, I’LL DO IT MY OWN WAY!

The scary thing now is I heard my 3 year old son say this to me. It displays this type of behavior of the stubborn, strong willed kind on a daily basis. I love him to bits, but this child makes me pull my hair out on occasion with his do it my own way kind of attitude.

ME: Braeden, your underwear is on backwards.
Braeden: No I like it that way!

Me: Braeden, let me help you open that package with those ridiculously large scissors, you could cut yourself.
Braeden: No I can do it by myself!

Me: Braeden, let me show you how to hold a pencil properly.
Braeden: No, I’ll do it my own WAY!!

Braeden is a lot like many children I am sure, they want to do things themselves. That’s fine, I get that. But there is just something behind his three year old independence. He is not a follower (unless demanded by his older sister that he must do so, even then, following doesn’t come with out his own suggestions and opinions) God has put some fire in this boy. A fire to not just go with the flow, but to test his boundaries, try new things for himself and do things on his own. (Even if he gets wedges for half a day 😉

So I hope and pray that even though I am raising a full of fire, strong willed kid I will be able to lead and guide him in the path of following Jesus. The most important person he should follow.

I vacuum Barbie shoes

Finally the living room is cleared of all toy and I am ready to vacuum. It sometimes even takes days to get to this point. One day I make a mental note that my floor needs vacuuming. Then next day I write it on my list of things to do on the white board. Then finally the next day I throw all toys to the couches or in a basket and quickly retrieve the vacuum from the laundry room or from where ever I left it last. I plug it in and immediately the kids snap into this hyper mood and start playing “get as close as you can to the vacuum and then dodge it” game. The vacuum is purring away along with the sound of kids screaming and the sound of a weeks worth of crumbs, playdough, dirt from the trips across the living room with our shoes just to quickly snag the car keys we seem to always leave on the other side of the house!

As I vacuum I use my power nossel to push remaining toys or items out of the way and then in my line of vison is the dreaded Barbie shoe. You know those cheapy ones? They come in every color, but all from the same mold that actually is not even close to fitting a Barbies foot, but of course you”re child doesn’t understand why the shoe doesn’t fit! I don”t even understand why the shoe doesn’t fit!! So anyways, now I have to make a choice. Do I take the time to bend down and pick up the shoe? Or do I leave it? But then I am reminded of the many a time my daughter has come to me with these cheap Barbie shoes, frustrated to no end with the fact that those darn things just don’t stay on the Barbie’s foot!

Sooooo, you call it laziness, I call it minimizing frustrations in the house…either way, I make the decision to vacuum it up. And as easy as it was dropped, it gets sucked up the nossell never to be yelled at again because of their uselessness! So yes I vacuum Barbie shoes! Not sure why I had to write a post about this, but alas it was on my mind and had to share 🙂

Pulled in so many directions

Today I type with one hand…the other holds our little surprise, Acacia Emma Marie.  Yes, a complete surprise, but super sweet, treasured and adored to bits nonetheless!  We love her with all we”ve got and I absolutely love that I am a mother of three!  But at the same time I feel as if I am LOSING MY MIND!!!!!  I feel pulled in three different directions…well maybe six or seven if I think about it more.  Here”s a few thoughts on each direction I am being pulled.

Richard. my dear husband. –  Okay Carma, be a good wife.  Spend quality time, encourage him, love him.  Listen to his computer talk- its important to him, so it”s important to you.

Brooklynn – Okay Mommy, this is your first born daughter.  She is 5 and just started Kindergarten.  She loves it, but still needs lots of mommy time, good talks and play time with mommy.  Her hair needs brushing for the 3rd time today.  She needs snacks, another picture printed off the computer to color, her nails or face painted and her bedsheets need to be changed(again).  She still needs snuggles on the couch before bed.

Braeden – Okay Mommy, your squishy boy, your middle child. Braeden needs to make a store out of your pantry items. You need to gather spare change and go “shopping” in his store which to you looks like a chaotic mess more than a store. He needs help onto the toilet, he can”t walk across the living room floor because in the last 5 minutes it has turned into lava and if his feet touch it they will burn off!!!  He needs another show, another snack, another drink(and only from the fireman cup today mommy).  He still needs snuggles at the end of the day with you and the precious rainbow blankie.

Acacia – WAAAAAAA!  Acacia needs mommy again.  Feed, poop, bounce, puke, bounce, sleep, eat.  Repeat. Oh and insert lots of snuggles, hugs and kisses into the mix.

the Mommy-  what does the mommy need? amble time to self on the computer, watching shows that don”t air on treehouse and a relaxation massage.  HA!  Maybe a shower and a healthy meal (once in while made by someone else)is more realistic.

The Lord is surely teaching me something in these busy, self sacrificing days.  I”m not completely sure what it is at this moment in time ( especially on the lack of sleep) .  But it has something to do with patience, love, self control. gentleness, joy….hmmm…these sound familiar.

Not sure where God is taking me on this journey, but I”ll be sure to be mindful and alert to his purpose for this mommy in the mundane and the day to day journeys.

4pm

It’s been so long since I’ve written here.  I don’t even remember the last time I wrote; maybe even over a year ago!  Wow!  Anyways, let me just right back into the swing of things here…4pm.  4pm is not a good hour for me.  Neither is 4AM actually, but I usually don’t have to deal with too much anymore at 4AM.  4pm is when my household seems to be breaking at the seams.  Does this happen to you?  Morning is great, the kids are generally happy; they watch a show or two; eat breakfast from 7:30AM till about 10AM and play a little; eat a snack at about 10:30AM, color, draw, do play dough, destroy whatever area of the house I am not cleaning; then we have lunch.  After lunch we maybe play outside for a bit and come in chill with a snack and show around 3pm and then something magical happens around 4pm.  I don’t know what it is; and let me tell you it’s not the magical in the conventional sense. Like the kind you think of in the fairy tales, like when Cinderella’s fairy godmother shows up or sleeping beauty awakes from the kiss from her true love.  This kind of magic is very very dark, not sparkly or cheery.  4pm rolls around and Braeden suddenly realizes he hates the bowl his snack is in.  Brooklynn starts yelling that she is still “drinky” and I haven’t gotten her water yet.  Or else for some strange reason I am trying to accomplish something like preparing supper and I have two helpers that cannot agree on which stool they should each stand on or where it should be placed.  All hell seems to break lose and time and time again I find myself looking at the clock after I have thrown up my hands and said, “I’m going crazy!”; IT IS 4:02PM!  It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why this happens really.  I mean, its just that point in the day where everyone could use a nap.  We’ve been together all day doing normal, everyday, non-exciting things and now we are tired and the kids basically bored.  So today when that time hit, my super mom powers kicked in…well maybe it was a little idea from the Lord, but nonetheless, it was a great energy boosting activity and before I could snap back at my kids in their crazy hour, I popped in some tunes and we danced our frustrations away.  There was no boredom, no worries about drinks, or colors of bowls, and best of all no crying!  It was so fun!!!  We blasted the tunes and sang some praise songs!  I even got in trouble for turning the music down! The kids had a blast and I even snuck away a few times to peel a few potatoes for supper.  So I think my next step is to just come up with a list of crazy fun activities to do in our 4PM hour.  It may not work everytime, but it may just bring a little joy and save a few hairs on my head somedays.

Desire for Growth

First of all, its been forever since I have posted something.  I think about it a lot, but have been ummm distracted with life! I feel like this post will be different than others in the past.  In my past posts I try to have a theme and write with the best of my ability.  Today I am tired.  So tired, physically and emotionally, and I am sure in other ways too!  Being a mom to preschoolers is so hard!  I don”t want this to be a ”cry-fest” or a self pity party, but its going to turn into that.  Everyday I wake up and the same thing fills my day.  Trying to respond quickly and fast to the demands being thrown at me.  The whining, the crying, the messes, the snacks, the discontentment, the laundry, the constant runny noses and the ongoing colds, the dishes, the meals, the diapers and the list goes on!  I feel like my household is going crazy and I feel out of control lately.  I try to blame it on things like our house is too small and there is limited space to play and live, or we can”t spend enough time outside cause its not yet nice enough be out for super long periods of time.  Or maybe the problem is that Braeden doesn”t walk yet and that is why he is so discontent.  Or maybe the problem is that Brooklynn gets up to early in the morning and doesn”t get enough sleep.  I seem to find many problems and complain or whine to my husband.  My husband is amazing and does encourage me, he does.  I am so thankful for that.  But I know it comes down to my relationship with my Lord.  What can I say…it lacks.  But then again I want to blame that on my busy, child filled life!  I know that I can find time to spend with my ever-loving and caring Father.  My spiritual life is evident in my day to day responses and attitudes.  I need Jesus to renew and fill my life with the fruits of the Spirit.  I desire so badly to raise my children the correct way.  I desire with all my heart that they will come to know the God that I know and follow and serve him fervently!  And as it stands now, I believe, my love for Jesus is not shining through to them as much as it should be.  Things need to change around here…we need peace in our household.  I read a devotional the other day, and walked away with this – “Don”t be misled-you cannot mock the justice of God.  You will always harvest what you plant” Galatians 6:7.  My children are my garden and I need to be very conscientious of what I plant into their lives, so that a great harvest willed  be reaped of their lives!  Today will be my first, new day of being very conscientious of that.  I will try to be disciplined in my walk with the Lord so that He will shine through my life to my children.

Carma

Mommy, we all like you… We love you.

I feel like its been so long since I have posted anything.  But I have had a lot on my mind, though just one thing at a time I will write about here.  Since this is fresh in my mind I would like to blog about it now…my daughter encouraged me tremendously the other day.  Now you have to know that my daughter, Brooklynn, is only two and a half…well I guess almost three now.  But I believe the Lord used her to really open my eyes to my sad, grumpy and sinful state.  I was just having a rough day.  I had been to the dentist in the morning and had gotten two fillings.  So when I returned home, my mouth was still frozen, I couldn”t eat and I was just exhausted…and there to greet me were my wonderful, yet energetic but also somewhat discontent children!  They had a good morning with their Dad,  Braeden had a little nap, Brooklynn played nice, as she usually does in the mornings.  But when I got home it was just that ”special” time of day, the time right after lunch when Brooklynn is tired, yet not tired enough to give in to a nap, and Braeden wanting mommy only for one reason, to fill his tummy.  

So I had two choices, I could ask God to give me strength to get through the afternoon, or I could try to do it on my own strength.  I chose the latter…not a good choice and my actions reflected that.  Brooklynn spent a lot of time crying, as did Braeden and even I ended up in tears on the couch when Daddy came to the rescue.  But in that moment when I broke down, my sweet, soft hearted little girl comes over to the couch when she sees my tears, “ooooh mommy it”s okay, we all like you…I love you and Daddy loves you and Braeden loves you too.”  This child has no idea how that hit me!  The wisest thing I heard all day came from a two year old!  My family loves me, even when I make mistakes!  They love me, even when they”ve had a visit from monster mom about 15 minutes before that!  I felt like God was speaking through Brooklynn in that moment as well.  God loves me even when I blow it…even when I ignore his open arms saying, “Carma, my child, give your frustrations and grumpiness over to me, let me carry you through the tough day, I want to be your rock to rely on, I love you.”  I have such an awesome and caring God. And I feel so blessed also, to have a little girl in my house hold who is letting the Lord use her, even if she doesn”t really realize it yet.  I see her spiritual gift perhaps of encouragement coming out in her, even at such a young age.

Carma

Tis the Season

Does anyone else out there get completely overwhelmed with the expectations that are placed on you?  Lately I have been feeling like every area of life is bombarding me to be at the top of my game.  Eat healthy – don”t eat processed food, only homemade and organic food! Be the best parent – have disciplined and obedient kids!  Be a great wife – be everything they need you to be! Be a great friend –  be there always!  Be a godly woman – read my bible everyday, pray and put God first always! Be fit – workout everyday!  Be organized and clean –  keep the house clean, change the sheets every week, never have laundry sitting around, and never have dishes sitting in the sink for more than an hour!  AHHHHHHHHHHH!  I think I might just be making you all overwhelmed just by reading the last few sentences!  But seriously, at times in my life I look at these several areas and think, how can I do it?  How can I be a godly wife, parent and friend? And keep up with all things!  Reality is that we can”t right?  So what do we choose to put first?  For me it changes.  

Sometimes during the year I feel like I can have time to focus a little more on health and fitness.  That time is not now (especially not near Christmas!) I still try to make sure we eat some fruit and veggies eat day, but sorry, no homemade bread here in the last few weeks.  Is it really a big deal if I make a store bought lasagna versus a homemade one?  Not really.  This season of life is not really allowing for much time for workouts or intense walks to burn off calories.  My husband and I have good intentions of doing some type of routine workout after the kids go to bed, but always end up chilling on the couch or catching up about our days.  This is the season to focus on raising my kids.  We are still figuring out how to discipline and what parenting is beyond those baby years!  This is the season to be a great wife…actually its always that season!  And of course its always the season to put Christ first too.  Sometimes, though, to be honest, that doesn”t happens.  But as I write this I am reminded that if I always make Jesus “the season”, those other areas will happen as they should.  So, Tis the Season to put Jesus first.

Carma

Everything Christmas

I remember being so excited to set up the Christmas tree when I was a kid.  And much to my dismay we were probably the last people to get around to buying a tree and setting it up!  Often we just had to wait until my Dad was home from being on the road to get the tree inside and into the flimsy stand.  Then it was agony waiting for it to thaw enough to start decorating!!  I remember digging through the box of old Christmas decorations we hadn’t seen in a whole year!  Some were homemade; (they seem to have disappeared from my Moms collection now??)  some were those balls with the miles of thread wrapped around and if it snagged it didn’t look so pretty anymore and then the fewer nicer ornaments that were probably gifts.   But I remember that feeling of maybe what some may call, the Christmas spirit.  As time went on and I grew older this feeling faded.  Even my first Christmas married I was so excited that I could decide when to put up our tree…I think it when up not too long after Halloween!  But Christmas wasn’t the same – there is something about kids and Christmas.

Richard and I began to see that in Brooklynn this year.  When we pulled out the tree and all the decorations she was so taken back by the beauty.  And believe me our tree is not much to look at!  But she was just in awe of the beauty of all the cheap ornaments, garland and dollar store decorations.  She has redecorated the bottom half of our tree many times in the last 2 weeks because it so fun for her.  Every where we go she is amazed by the lights, Santa and reindeer decorations, the Nativity scenes, candy canes and any thing Christmas.  Brooklynn tells me every few days, “Mommy its going to be Christmas soon.”  We have even been practicing singing Happy Birthday to Jesus about 5 times a day. (I light candles to blow out for an after potty reward and before they can be blown out I must sing along!) Thanks to all the commercials on a new kids channel (treehouse doesn”t have too many commercials) she is learning to tell us what she wants for Christmas.  When we made a list for Grandma she knew exactly what to put on it, anything princess!  So we now have our work cut out to make sure in Christmas to come to be teaching our kids the true meaning and reason to Celebrate!  Its hard to compete with the worldly reasons of course, which of course are not all bad.  But we want to instill in our kids how to give generously to others and be thankful to God for sending his son as a baby.  All this said it warms my heart to see my daughter laugh and smile at every thing Christmas; from lights, to candy canes; from Santa and his reindeer to her asking to sing Happy Birthday to baby Jesus just one more time.

Carma