Monthly Archives: December 2014

An Open Letter On Christmas Eve


Okay, before anybody gets all up in arms, yes, I know – Santa wasn’t really at the manger.  He is a figment of our imaginations.  I understand that, but it’s the symbolism that I’m looking at.  We all know that Christmas celebrates Christ’s birth.  The Santa thing, is in keeping with that, if you are willing to open your mind and think about it a little.

Christ came to Earth to be humbled, to be a servant, to be mankind’s scapegoat for all of our numerous and, in far too many cases lately, horrendous sins.  All he asks is that we love each other and believe in him and Father God.

Santa spends all year making toys for children.  I think someone said the cost this year was somewhere in the Billion dollar range.  That’s a lot of “stuff” to give out each year with no expectations of receiving anything in return except some cookies and a glass of milk and maybe an occasional thank you letter.  And yes, once again, I know – Santa isn’t real.  But he is.  Perhaps not physically, but the spirit of Santa shows itself when ever a Mom or Dad buys a present for their child (or children).  When an Aunt or Uncle buys a gift for a niece or nephew.  If it is done correctly, it teaches children to think about someone else.  And isn’t that what Christ teaches?  Be a servant, help someone else.  Even if all you can do is put money into the Salvation Army bucket, or help serve meals to those who wouldn’t have any otherwise.

So Santa paying respects to the baby child Jesus, fits.  We are all here to help each other out in one way or another.  Be kind to each other, share with each other.  Treat each other the way you would like to be treated.  Even strangers and, maybe most especially, even those you don’t like or who don’t like you, should be treated, at the very least, with politeness and courtesy.

To me, Christmas will always be a reminder to try harder, be a little nicer, be thankful for things more often, and always, remember to kneel, from time to time, at the manger of the Christ child.

Have a very Merry and Blessed Christmas and a very Happy and Safe New Year.


The Winter Solstice


(Before I go any farther, I have to say that the above picture is from a site called  They are in Australia and this is a replica of Stonehenge at the Winter Solstice as it would have been seen around 1950 BC.)

Today is the Winter Solstice.  My favorite day of the year.  Yes, it is the shortest day of the year, and winter officially begins today, but that’s all okay, sort of.  The days will start getting longer again.  Yes, I know we still have “the dead of winter” to get through, but from my depression’s point of view, it’s all good now.  There will still be snow and cold and grey skies, but I can see the end of winter coming in three months.

Now, while over all, I’m very happy, I know there are going to be days when I will have to deal with my S.A.D., but that’s okay.  I have dealt with it for many years, and it does get easier as the days go by and the light stays longer.

Christmas is only 4 days away now.  Even though I didn’t do much decorating this year – couldn’t afford to pay for the extra electricity- I am still looking forward to spending time with my family and just being together.  We may have an Aunt and Uncle come and my brother may try to come for Saturday, so we will have lots of good times and laughter and food.  And that’s the most important part for me.  Being with the people I love, and who love me, and letting them know how much they mean to me.

So, for all of you who are reading this, Have yourself a very Merry and Blessed Christmas and a very Happy and Healthy New Year.

Venting from my soap box…


Okay.  I will not be using names in my rant tonight.  In no way am I protecting anybody but my own self here.

There are few things that sent me straight to completely pissed off faster than a fool spouting his foolishness and insisting his view of life, the universe and everything is the correct vision and every thing else is the result of communists infiltrating EVERYTHING and spreading their lies and manipulating every one to their way of thinking.  He even has “proof”.  And he’s writing a book so that he can save the rest of the world.  Normally, this sort of idiocy wouldn’t bother me much, but now, he’s announced that Christianity  and the Bible are all based on a lie.  Oh, and he says he’s a Christian Atheist.  Talk about your oxymoron.  He believes that Jesus was born and lived and died and ascended into heaven.  Beyond that, there is no proof that any of the other “stuff” in the bible happened.  Oh, and Hitler was forgiven and Satan will be forgiven and we’ll all be one big happy family living in a new Jerusalem.  Seriously?  And it doesn’t matter if we can show him proof, from archeological digs, that just about everything mentioned in the Bible is true, he insists that its all manufactured stuff from the communists that run the world.  When he is reminded that communists don’t believe in God or Jesus, he just shakes his head and says “See, even you believe their lies and stories.”

I just want to hit him upside the head with a 2×4.  With a rusted nail in it.  Several times.

I told him this morning that he is never to talk to me again.  Ever, unless he wants me to take his head off.  Then he says, “But, you’re my favorite person, ever.”    Really?  Seriously?  I just reiterated my earlier statement – do not talk to me – ever.

Here’s the part that really annoys me, though.  I feel sorry for him.  I know his brain is broken and that’s why he spouts all this nonsense, but he never listens to any body else.  And he’s about to get himself thrown out of the Senior Center.  And I don’t think he understands that it’s his own fault.  So, I get so mad at him, but then I feel so sorry for him.  and yes, I do say prayers for him, but I wonder if it’s worth my time to continue.  If he truly denies the existence of God and does not believe the Holy Bible, then what are his chances of going to heaven?  I’m thinking hell, in a hand basket.  And then I feel sorry for him.  Then I say a prayer for him.  Then I get annoyed with myself.

So, the days he’s at The Senior Center, are my hardest, worse days cause I know, no matter how busy I am, he’s sitting there, at the first computer just past my desk waiting for me to turn around to talk to him.  And I refuse to turn around while he’s in the room.

I don’t know if there is a solution, I just needed to vent…