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What in blazes is a Christmas Value?
Day two in my war against Christmas. I had to hop in the car to go do about 50 errands this morning. I flipped the radio on and after the in-progress ad finished, a voice started speaking to me in a suspiciously Fred Thompson-like cadence and tone. I think it may have been him, but I’m not sure. In any case, this Fred Thompson-esque voice spoke to me of Christmas values and how they’re only found in small pockets in America. Blah, de-blah, de-blah, blah..... And then a woman began singing some sad refrain and I punched the radio off.
I was so mad I saw 20 shades of red.
WHAT is a Christmas value? Who exactly are these special people who possess them and where are these small pockets in America where they reside in ever shrinking numbers? Huh?
A pox on his house. I’m sure that’s not a Christmas value. Tough. At least it’s honest.
Swearing off radio for real now. That’s it.
LOL, sorry. Only you.
Now I must go clean off the keyboard of the coffee I just spit all over it.
Sometimes being a visual person is NOT a good thing. Dang.
It’s bad enough to be assaulted by the worst Christmas songs ever written, but now they gotta scold and nag us about Christmas Values they haven’t so much as a nodding acquaintance with? I’m thinking PEACE on EARTH is a good place to start. And GOOD WILL TOWARD MEN. I don’t think Fred likes those values, though.
Sounds like you need to find a different radio station.
Well, I turned the radio off. And later found myself humming a tune that was running around in my head. Never guess which season it was tied to.
Well, it went and did it. The thing that could ruin my having a good attitude towards Christmas this year. It freaking snowed. The good thing is, the way the wind was whipping around last night I think it pretty much blew it all away. Please Oh Please let us get through the next few weeks with out snow. Please.
I would be grateful if it wouldn’t snow again for a while, indeed. We didn’t have that much, but it was snow. And it was just loads of fun dragging wood in the house in the midst of it. Who’s brainy idea was it to store the wood so far from the back door, anyway?
The wind whipped the tarp right off my woodpile last night. Oh, how delightful. I thought I had it secured tightly enough to withstand a nuclear blast, but guess not. I want to tell you it is cold out there!! All my bits are still frozen solid.