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Show jffiflffThV'l" iXiiiiWf'-'"VWl'''"'M''ri''"''''' Jill IQjlwJw the! (I f: '., iHCG p. CAROL LtMONJ sired flavoring. Pour Into a well -greased plate or pan. The minute the candy Is cool enough to touch, cut Into half-inch half-inch strips using scissors. Dust with powdered sugar. You can use oil of cin-namon, cin-namon, wintergreen, clove, anise, or peppermint. All are available at most drug stores. If you use extract in place of the oil flavoring, use 3 t. of the extract. t T - V4 - ( " . : " f l - - , - .' ' I - ' t- ' .. ,i C' ; .1 . ;j I -i i -:' ' ) " ' " " . y ,. . 1 ii - . ' t ' , ' 1 . , ,m? 4-- " . ? ,:-- y .i ' ' V ' . V,!- I - - . - ..f'li : 1 ... . . V.i, . . ' ' ' V -: !.. ... fc:.. 1. . . ..... f. Erma Bombeck once said, "There is nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child." She does have a point. Christmas to a child is something wonderful. Eyes sparkle, giggles abound as they whisper for weeks about what they hope to And under the Christmas tree. Every year we hear the meTsaS, "Let's put Chris back into Christmas''. Babe in the manger, the star in the heavens, shepherds, angels 0" Earth, Goodwill To Men -S's what Christy reallv all about, Isn't it? "SU its commercial clutter, in many home-many home-many hearts, that sweet i Sought to earth that . nieht so long ago, can still ' be felt. Any many live its , message the whole year 'round. He left us many messages that little child grown tall, "have thy neighbor as thyself" meaning that we should be satisfied with who what we are and our utmost to be the best of what -ever we become. And to love and care for our neighbors as well. "Blessed are the peacemakers," peace-makers," he said, and we do need them now! Where is . peace? A scarce commodity. "Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted." What greater promise can we receive than to know that, despite our heaviest sorrows, we shall receive comfort, and joy will fill our hearts again one day. Giving is an important part of Christmas. Didn't the Maji bring gifts to offer the Child? But material gifts to me at least are not the most important. It's a matter of the heart, having those we n ; -.- . i s . 3 - i j I l -- -' ' ' 1 ' . . ' ' 1 . - ' ft , I - 3 f I "k '( i? I ' l ) " r I "i i 1 : , I - a. rn . ' ing?" called the dad a tall, robust sawmill worker. "It's snowing?" we called back. "Come on out!" Cautiously, Cau-tiously, he tip-toed out. The kids raced around the fence and soon you would have thought we were all a bunch of wild men snowballing, tumbling, singing. And did we have fun! Thankfully, none of us got sick. Strangely, though it was enjoyable, too, the second snowfall didn't bring out the same childlike actions in any of us as did that Christmas snow. I know that somewhere in side each of us hides that child we used to be. Our adult actions and thoughts usually mask it, but it's there and enjoys popping out sometimes at the least de-sireable de-sireable moment. So, I challenge you to see for yourselves you might be able to take the child out of Christmas, but you cannot take Christmas out of the child. . May your Christmas be happy, and may the New Year ahead be kind to your and yours. Last year Judy Jensen's first and second grade class were treated to a special traditional candy Judy makes every year. It is a fine, hard, old-fashioned treat. Just right for the holidays. OLD-FASHIONED HARD CANDY 2 C sugar 1 C water 34 C light corn syrup Cook until a few drops tested in cold water separate separ-ate into hard threads. Remove Re-move from head. Add desired food coloring and 12 t. de- love and cherish around us, thinking of the wonderful times we have and have had together, and treasuring them up for the time when our loved ones may be gone. The gifts the Baby brought ' to earth have not dimmed 1 through the years. He brought i a new meaning to life - and . hope for universal brotherhood. brother-hood. If we all worked together to-gether to make it happen, we'd see it sooner than we think. I'm still hopingfor at least a skiff of snow for Christmas morning. Not a blizzard, but at least enough to dust the trees and fields so we can see them change from dusky rose in the morning to firey gold at sunset and reflect the sparkling diamond glow from the silvery moon at night. Now, that's one thing I believe can bring the child out in almost anyone. Once, in Oregon, in an area that seldom received snow, we had an unusual pre -Christmas storm. Those flakes were the largest we'd ever seen. We took out a mirror and caught some beautiful no two alike. The silence was deafening. All the neighbors neigh-bors were safe and warm inside. in-side. Then some person who shall be nameless began be-gan to run through the already al-ready eight -inch deep fluffy stuff with his dog at his heels. The rest of couldn't resist it. After them we went, yelling, yell-ing, and holler ing, you'd think we were a kindergarten class at recess. Oar nearest neighbor's neigh-bor's door opened a crack. "Hey, what 're you guys do- |
