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Keep Christ in Christmas

I was driving the other day and trying to get out of a parking lot and onto a busy road.  Traffic was heavy with frenzied shoppers filled with holiday spirit.  Not one car would slow down to let me in (or out).  I figured everyone was in a hurry, in a big rush to meet their deadlines and that sort of thing.

Finally, traffic slowed as the cars were reaching a red stoplight.  I thought, "Hey, this is my chance, somebody will let me in now, since all of these drivers are soon to reach a red light."  My car was clearly sticking out of the lot, trying patiently to get into the road.  But no one slowed down.

Then a car approached and when it got near me and saw that I was waiting, the driver sped up quickly (to the red light) so that I wouldn't get the wrong idea: he was not letting me in, no way!

Well, as it happened, I was able to pull into the road right after this not-so-courteous driver.  And guess what his bumper sticker said:

"Keep Christ In Christmas"  to which I muttered, Keep Christ in your daily life - maybe even display some of that Christian kindness to your fellow drivers on the road -- then maybe worry about Christmas.

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