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One of our first Christmases together as husband and wife was a disappointing one.

I’ve been a pretty open book regarding my struggles with anxiety and depression over the years, especially regarding how they intertwine with my vocation as a dairy farmer. As the conversation surrounding mental health and suicide awareness in our industry continues to add voices and gain traction, I’m filled with pride and awe at the brave individuals coming forward to speak their truths.

So if you regularly read my articles, you know by now that I never talk about religion, politics or social issues. I try my best to keep this part of your day humorous and drama-free.

Christmas is a very special time of the year when we celebrate the birth of Jesus, the Savior of the world. It’s a time of fellowship and love, and the giving of gifts one to another.

I remember the first time I heard about Facebook. A girl in my college class told me it was “kind of neat” and I should check it out. She described it to me this way: You create an online profile that says you like all sorts of eclectic bands and try to put up pictures that only make you look good.

Christmas lights twinkle along sidewalks and glitter in store windows. “Jingle Bells,” “White Christmas” and “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” jingle and jangle amid the din of shoppers darting from display to display searching for the perfect gift before they rush home with their treasures.