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The Ball Drop Has Nothing On Me

I’ve been to Times Square. My kids and I climbed out of the subway as a wave of people threatened to carry my children down Broadway.

“Quick, grab my hand!” I managed to shout to them. My 8-year-old, Micah had a confused look on his face, while my 12-year-old gazed up at a sky-scraper-sized picture of a Victoria Secret model plastered above her head.

“Sarah, pay attention and follow me!”

Our visit lasted two days.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved it, but I wouldn’t want to live there.

Especially at New Year’s. The thought of thousands of people crowded around, invading my space, waiting ¬†for an enormous ball to drop is frightening to me. I can’t even handle Disney on a crowded day, much less Times Square at midnight.

You couldn’t pay me enough.

Besides, I’ve discovered something better.

The first time I experienced it, I couldn’t help smiling. I stood on fresh mulch inside a metal quantum hut, gazing into a white 5 gallon bucket. Feathers faced me as I leaned against the wall. Then it happened.

The Egg Dropped.

It was a golden brown, covered with a wet substance which immediately dried. The hen shook her bottom, turned around, and promptly exited the coop to look for bugs.


Here are 5 reason I prefer the Egg Drop to the Ball Drop any day of the week.

1. You don’t have to stay up until midnight. In fact, chances are minimal that any Egg Drop would occur at that time. First, you wouldn’t be able to see it and second, chickens–or the ladies as we call them–sleep at night and wake up at dawn. I prefer that time schedule for my past-menopausal-life. Plus, Molly, my Great Pyrenees Livestock Guardian Dog, (LGD) does not take kindly to anyone or anything in the coop after dark. (And she has very big teeth.)

2. No parking problems. We tried parking when we visited the Big Apple. My friend drove around for hours until finally we found a space about the size of a glove compartment several blocks away from our destination. My capable friend parallel parked us faster than you could say Kelly and Michael. Good thing I wasn’t driving since I now live in Mayberry where people think it unnecessary to use their turn signals and no one gets upset when you sit at the light ’cause you’re changing your country western station and didn’t see it turn green.

For the Egg Drop you don’t even need a car. You can walk directly to the coop through the pasture and stand for a few minutes or even bring a lawn chair. Of course, besides mulch, there is a variety of organic matter on the floor, so don’t bring your favorite beach chair.

3. The third reason to forego the Ball Drop for the Egg Drop is to avoid the crowds. Sure, a Golden Comet “lady” might perch on your lawn chair bringing with her more organic matter and Molly the wonder dog might even lay her huge white head on your lap and stare up at you with her soulful eyes. It’s much more relaxing than a drunk singing a song in your ear to the tune of b-flat, whiskey.

4. Another reason to attend the Egg Drop is it’s free! Sure, they don’t actually charge to watch the Ball Drop, but if you want to have a Coke or adult alcoholic beverage, you’d probably have to take out a second mortgage on your own coop. Taking a cab would be a fortune, and who knows whether the Uber could get through the traffic.

5. Last and most important reason to skip the Ball Drop and attend the Egg Drop, is you can eat the egg. I’d like to see you do that with the Ball. Although I heard that the man who sings to the tune in b-flat, whiskey has tried.

Seriously, come to Peeled Poplar Farm next year and you too can experience the Egg Drop for yourself.

You can have it hard boiled, or over easy.

Investing in Christmas, Day 2–Faithfulness

My faithful Sam:)

My faithful puppy, Sam.


If we’re going to invest in Christmas, we need to understand more about God.

I’ll give you a hint. He is faithful.

Don’t you just love friends who are faithful? They know all your faults, and you sometimes annoy them, and borrow things and don’t give them back, and say stupid things, and they still love you!

How about your dog. (Cats don’t count.) You leave them all day, give them the same thing to eat while you feast on well–stuff other than dog food, and they almost knock everything over when you get home they are so glad to see you. Even when you smell really bad, they want to lick your face.

That’s faithful.

It doesn’t even compare with God.

God gave the first humans a perfect world with total access to Himself. Literally, it couldn’t get any better. Just one rule. But they messed up. Caught up in the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life.

Sure, there were consequences, but God was still faithful to them.

In Genesis 3: 15 we read God’s response to Satan in the Garden of Eden. “And I will cause hostility between you and the woman, and between your offspring and her offspring. he will strike your head, and you will strike his heel.” NLT

The first mention of hope. A glimpse of the Redeemer. A reference to Jesus.

How’s your faithfulness to Him? Been a bit sluggish in that area? Tell Him. He’s faithful, even when we aren’t.

Try reading Psalm 8, friend. You’ll be glad you did.

Your assignment? Think of a friend who has been faithful to you. Get out a real live piece of paper or a card and drop them a line through the snail mail. Thank them for their faithfulness to you.

Invest in Christmas.

PS-If you make a comment I might send you a set of notecards.