Thank you, God for sending your Son to us. Thank you for sending our loving Savior to Earth. We celebrate His birth today. Let's not forget.

Also, thank you, Lord for sending our angel, Clay. I know for a fact you sent him to spread your love and, boy, he does!

Clay, thank you, baby, for giving me what I wanted for Christmas: a blog from you so I could stop worrying! So sorry about the luggage! But, as you said, those people over there lost so much more than a few suitcases. Some of them had to watch their whole lives flood away. They're lucky to have you there to help. I hope you, Faye and Brett have the merriest Christmas.

I also want to thank you, today more than ever, for everything that you have done for me unknowingly. Last night I did nothing but cry during the toast. I kept thinking of all the people who aren't as fortunate as we are to spend Christmas surrounded by the people who love us and laughing all through a big dinner. I kept thinking of the people who have nothing, of the people who've lost so much, of you, spending Christmas away from home, of the people who are living in the middle of a war. How do they deal with Christmas over those countries that have become a battle field? Do they get presents under a tree? Do they hug their family and friends at midnight? Do they thank God for everything He has blessed them with?

I know I should be happy on Christmas instead of having these sad thoughts, but, at the same time, I think we shouldn't forget about the people who suffer. Let them always remind us of how incredibly lucky we are. Let us never forget to thank Jesus for all of our blessings. And let us remember all this when we complain about the few pounds we've gained over the Holidays or whine about the champagne spilled over the mantelpiece.