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Christmas is a time for memories. I have two childhood memories that have stayed with me all of my “x” number of years, and they are as clear as if they happened a couple of years ago instead of six decades ago.
Christmas Eve. Southeastern Kansas. The middle of nowhere. Kansas is one of those places that gets a bad rap. People speak of Kansas like it’s Death Valley, or the hindparts of Mars.
The Grinch was right! Christmas doesn’t come from a store. It comes from focusing on the reason that we celebrate.
Granddaddy placed me on his knee, he fuzzed my hair and smoked his Bing Crosby pipe. The world smelled like Prince Albert in a can.
It was dark when we pulled up in the wilds of Locust Fork, Alabama. A big group of us. The small house stood in the country. I think the cows were watching us.
The popular Christmas song, O Holy Night, was once declared “unfit for church services” in France! It was later embraced by the American abolitionist movement and it continues to be one of the best-loved songs of the season.
For Christians, it’s supposed to be about celebrating the birth of Jesus, the Savior of humanity. Instead, we’ve traded Bethlehem for the mall and the manger for a magical demon doll named “Elf on the Shelf.”
It’s hard to choose my favorite Christmas movie. Each time I try to pick one, I’m afraid I’ll shoot my eye out.
So much of the holiday season is spent in a hurry as we do our level best to create perfect Christmas memories. This year, let’s try to simplify the Christmas trappings and concentrate on the real meaning of the season.
My dad was a notorious cheapskate. Mama said if he ever died he would walk toward the light merely so he could turn it off.
Advent is the waiting period before the birth of Jesus Christ. Even as we’re caught up in the excitement of the Christmas season, let’s take time to remind ourselves about the real meaning of Christmas–Christ.
We who are so blessed to be living in these United States, need to appreciate our blessings. We need to earn this.
Thanksgiving is generally acknowledged as the beginning of the holiday season. Are you up for a challenge?
Ready or not, the holidays are upon us, and it’s time to give thanks. Although we Americans have celebrated Thanksgiving off and on since the autumn of 1621, Thanksgiving did not become a federal holiday until 1870
Today, while we celebrate America’s freedom from tyranny, many of us remain slaves to a much darker force. Are we free? What does it mean to be truly free?
As Americans, we owe this day and that flag all that we are because without fighting for our independence from Great Britain (as it was known then) we would never have earned it. We would be like Canadians, subjects not citizens.
On this July 4th, I am acknowledging the significance of our founding fathers’ gift to us, while recognizing that it is dying before our eyes.
The designation of Juneteenth as a federal holiday has sparked considerable debate, with critics arguing that its establishment is exclusionary and divisive.
The branding and marketing of Pride Month are a textbook case of advertising and marketing doctrines at work, with a healthy dose of psychological manipulation thrown in for good measure.
One of the unintended consequences of the Great Society was its impact on family structure, particularly in low-income communities.