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Things in America have changed since I was a boy. We were feral children during Christmas breaks. We were dangerous. We lived without helmets. We had BB guns. We ate saturated fat. And we were never, ever inside.
Christmas supper. The little girl beside me ate ferociously as though she had not eaten in 13 years when in fact she had already eaten two breakfasts, one Christmas lunch, half a bag of tortilla chips, a quarter of a cheese log, and various holiday snacks which all featured onion dip as a main ingredient.
Let’s face it: Christmas as we know it is a pagan festival dressed up in Christian clothes, with some glittery tinsel for good measure.
It’s almost Christmas. Stop rushing. Take a deep breath. Allow yourself to slow down and remember what the season is about.
Thank you. That is the purpose of this column. I want to say “thanks.” I don’t know you, but I believe in the good you do.
On Christmas night in 2010, in Iraq our base came under heavy attack from insurgents who launched 92 rockets, reportedly of Iranian origin dating back to the 1970s.
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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.
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.
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.
Charlie had been inside for 22 years. Nobody ever came to visit at Christmas. Never. Not even once. Sometimes he wondered if anyone remembered him.
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.
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.
Without a doubt Christmas is the happiest time of the year. With every package placed under the tree children look forward to Christmas with greater anticipation.
A very special, Merry Christmas! to all of those who work on holidays to keep us safe.
