I saw this cartoon on Facebook this morning. My good friend Tina Milano posted it, and I borrowed it to share here: The funny thing is that I was thinking about Rudolph and the gang just the other day. I wondered how little kids who are bullied (or are bullies, for that matter) relate to the song’s message. As you’ll recall, because of his nose, … Continue reading It’s hard to forgive a bully
So I just decided I’m not sending out Christmas cards this year. If we’ve known each other for a long time, you are well aware that I’ve always been unreliable in this regard. I’m surprised anyone sends me Christmas cards, ever, because you can’t count on me to reciprocate from one year to the next. It’s a crap shoot. Here’s Richie with my array of … Continue reading Pick a card. Any card.
It’s Sunday and having consumed an eight-cup pot of coffee, I am finally going to tackle a few holiday chores after I write this post and when the risk of tachycardia has passed. I could jump right into the chores, but one thing I’ve learned is that if I have even the vaguest urge to write, I’d better do that first. Never squander the inclination to … Continue reading Christmas Crack and cards and caffeine crazy
Bleary-eyed, I scraped some of the burnt crumbs off my toast this morning, then slapped on a dab of peanut butter and, lo and behold . . . a Christmas Miracle! Is it the Virgin Mary? Jesus himself? Scraps of bread and gnarly root vegetables bearing holy images go for big bucks on eBay, and who can’t use some extra cash around the holidays? No. … Continue reading A Christmas political miracle
So, did you receive a record number of personalized Christmas cards this year? I’m referring to the ones featuring photos of toddlers meeting Goofy at Disney World, dogs sporting headbands with antlers, or maybe newlyweds pretending to hold up the Leaning Tower of Pisa? Yeah? Me, too. If it sounds like I’m going to poke fun at the assortment of clever templates provided by online … Continue reading Thank God no one writes Holiday Letters anymore and Happy New Year!
When you reach a certain age, Christmas just isn’t about the gifts anymore. Yes, I know that theoretically it should NEVER be just about the gifts, but even as a good church-and-catechism-going young’un – it really was pretty much all about the gifts. Now there is nothing that anyone could realistically give me that is in any way necessary or, as in my youth, desperately … Continue reading All I want for Christmas