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Monday, December 23, 2019

The Day Before....

......the day before, and there's plenty to do at the last minute. I'm about to get the fresh ingredients I'll need for my part of tomorrow's special dinner (which is being hosted this year by my daughter and son-in-law in PA). But before I venture out, and while I'm having my coffee, I thought I'd reflect on some of the aspects of the approaching holiday in my typically adult-illustrated fashion................sans Santa hats this time, of course.

Christmas is many things to many people, even those like me who are not religious.  The good nephew, Fred acknowledged the secular spirit of the day apart from its religious origin this way: “There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say," returned the nephew. "Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round -- apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that -- as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, Uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!"
And over the years it has accumulated even more personal flourishes.

For some, it's all about getting together with friends and decorating the tree.

And it's no surprise that some people REALLY LOVE their tree. (I've heard of "tree huggers" but this is taking that to the next level. Her hoo-hoo is going to be pine-scented until the new year the way she's going at it!)

But you don't need a tree to indulge your decorating creativity.

Just show off your own ornaments!

And then of course there's the gift-giving! No Christmas is complete without gifts!

And the age-old questions of whether gifts should be store bought or more.....personal? and whether it's better to give or to receive?

Many believe Christmas is the time, not for tangible things at all, but to voluntarily be in the service of others...... be humble and put others above yourself.

And while Christmas makes many happy......

.......others are bored by the whole thing. 

But regardless of your preferences and feelings, do try to enjoy yourself, and the season...
....from your ears to your toes!


  1. Santa gave the third from the bottom a very nice boob job!

  2. Very good start to Christmas Day. Tomorrow we have company coming and there is always the chance of unwanted conversation and to that end I've been told tonight she is going to give me a good reminder of how I should behave and what will happen if I don't. Tonight I'll get 25 swats from the leather belt, leather strop, paddle, wooden spoon, whip and her hand. I'm sure to be good and sore tonight.

  3. Lucky you! Nothing's going on around here lately.

    Have a Merry Christmas.......and behave! LOL

  4. I will be happy to keep in mind the "voluntary service to others" as I strive to be of service to my wife/mistress through the holiday.
    She did surprise me this morning when she told me to present myself as she wielded the leather paddle with the red "SLAVE" letters on it.
    I did thank her effusively for the early gift of a paddling to start my day.