JUST SOME POSTS

When this came to me, I was shopping for groceries. I remembered that I had done a Christmas poem last year; but I had forgotten it was also loosely based on "The Night Before Christmas". (if you care, it was last year just a bit later than this - here is a link: https://justsomeposts.blogspot.com/2017/12/a-christmas-poem.html ) And some say history does NOT repeat itself - ha! Here we go: SOME TIME BEFORE CHRISTMAS ‘Twas the weeks before Christmas and all through the land, People were whining of things they don’t understand. The politicians were posturing in front of cameras with care In hope that the news cycle would feature them there. The pundits and experts all smug because they knew, That few would even challenge the words they would spew. With the people recovering from elections just ended And hoping to relax while feelings were mended Out of the news mongers there arose such a clatter The people knew their weary bones just didn’t matter. T...

Well I have just experienced my 55 th Christmas. I cannot claim I remember them all, especially the first ones; but this seemed to be a good one. Of course, nothing compares to Christmas as a kid. The only thing that comes close is Christmas with your own kids. (warning - Santa buster ahead) To an extent anyway. I have told many people that I quit enjoying Christmas as much when Santa started leaving me the bill. I also remember the WORK he left me. With six kids, my Santa building experiences top a lot of folks, I am sure. I have built a lot of bicycles, wagons, and other riding contraptions. I have set up train sets of different sizes and configurations. I have unwrapped, assembled, and set up enough toys and vehicles to start up a small toy shop. Going back to my post about building the bird houses and how every time I go to build something, I never have the right tools and/or supplies. This was also true almost every time I went to build the contraptions that "Santa" ...