Thursday, December 24, 2015

Merry Christmas Eve...

...and God Bless Us, Every One!

Got the above from my son Benjamin, a former Navy Petty Officer...a humorous but stark reminder we live in a world that is ruled by the aggressive use of force.  As much as we all wish there could be Peace On Earth, and Good Will Toward Men, that remains a goal to be achieved rather than a present reality.  In this Christmas season we turn our eyes toward God in heaven and thank Him once again for the gift of His Son as we look forward to the time when Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will Be Done On Earth As It Is In Heaven.

Until then, we remain ready to cross as many frozen rivers as necessary to protect our God given rights of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.

Merry Christmas, y'all....

We were shopping in a department store the other day and they had bunches of these little silver Christmas trees all over the store:
That's the one item I might have bought there, but it was a store decoration, not for sale.

Karen has been busy cooking today, and tonight we'll stick with tradition and watch Scrooge...best movie adaptation of Dickens' A Christmas Carol ever.


Hope whatever your traditions are on Christmas Eve, you take time to give thanks to God in heaven for the gift of His Son.

A Christmas Eve Haiku

Full moon, Christmas Eve,
Heralding the wondrous gift:
Christ our new born King.

Merry Christmas, mcm fans...

Sunday, December 20, 2015

'Twas The Week Before Christmas...


...and every mouse,
had fled frozen fields
for the warmth of my house.

My wife found their droppings
and said “I'm not pleased,
to think that these varmints
are taking their ease


inside my warm dwelling;
this outrage won't stand!
What will you do?”
Then I raised my hand...

These mice, they are finished!
Kaput and kersplatz!
No way they'll survive,
for we have three cats!”

And then we beheld
our fat felines, all three:


Kitty,



and Zoey,




and the useless Smokey.

Disciples of Garfield,
were these pointless creatures,
with sleeping and eating
their most prominent features.

No help would be coming
from those worthless saps,
so I scrounged all around
til I found an old trap.


And later that night,
before mice came a-creeping,
I set the cruel deadfall
then got busy sleeping.

So early next 'morn,
at dawn's early light,
I sprang from my bed
to find what I might.

But what did my wondering
eyes finally see,
but a clean, empty trap
and a note left for me:


"Thanks for the cheese,
but what would be better,
instead of old muenster,
could we have fresh cheddar?"

"And what's with this platter?"
my mousy pals asked.
"We might have been killed
if we hadn't been fast!"

'Twas then that I thought
of the great Robert Burns
and his famous lament
to a mouse that he turned

Out of warm hearth and home
as he plowed in his field.
Did I want to partake
in his life time of guilt?

The best laid plans,
it is easy to see,
Gang aft agley
and I think you'll agree

There was nothing to do
but give them their cheddar.
After all, it was Christmas,
and what could be better

Than showing the love
God has for His swarm,
by letting them stay
inside where it's warm?

So out went the trap
in the cold, winter, night;
we're quite overrun
but I guess it's alright.

So to quoth from St. Nick
on his annual flight,
Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a Good Night!

Later, mcm fans...