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All The Year

honor Christmas

New Year’s eve is upon us. Most people at this point have either already taken down their Christmas tree or will tomorrow. It’s sad really; people are “done” with Christmas and happily pack it away until next year and are ready to move on to something else, something new. But Christmas is not over.
I understand the mentality… I understand why people pack Christmas away so quickly; either they don’t celebrate it as a religious holiday and don’t know any better, or they are just done with the holiday that has been shoved down their throats since Halloween. I get it, but at the same time I don’t understand why they want to pack away ‘joy’ so soon.
Today’s gospel reading is from the beginning of the holy gospel according to John (1-1-18) which includes, “And the Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us” John 1: 14. I find this very interesting since my recent Lectio Divina meditations are of this same theme. Jesus dwelling among us … and dwelling in us. Last week I read/prayed/meditated on John 14: 15-28 in which includes, “Whoever loves me will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our dwelling with him.” John 14:23. Today I started a new one: 1John 5:11-15 and when I got to, “Whoever possesses the Son has life.” There it was again; God dwelling in me. He is my possession, because he was given to me and He dwells in me. And then there were the Christmas gospel’s I meditated on this month … When Mary gave me baby Jesus to hold; when I imagined I was a shepherd and saw the choir of angels, the Star of Bethlehem and was there adoring at the manger. Being there and seeing Emmanuel~ God with us. That was incredible. I want that joy always … all year round.
Our Christmas gift every year is to be reminded that God sent his son down to be with us and to dwell in our hearts forever. This idea isn’t just for one day and then to be packed up and forgotten the rest of the year. We need to keep him and the gift of Christmas in our hearts and minds always. As Scrooge says in A Christmas Carol, “I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year.” We too need to step into this New Year with Christ in our hearts and minds.

Keep that Christmas spirit alive
let the Christ in you be seen
Carry Jesus in your hearts
Shine on in 2015


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There Be Dragons

Fairytales and dragons

“Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; Who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness; Who substitute bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!” Isaiah 5:20

For Christmas I bought myself the book Deliver Us From Evil by Ralphie Sarchie and Lisa Collier Cool. You may have heard the title before, this past year it was made into a movie, a pretty scary movie at that. Ralphie Sarchie is a New York City police officer who, in his free time, assists in exorcisms, not that his day job isn’t horrifying enough. I read over 100 pages in my first sitting. I must say that though I got chills from the movie the book it twice as terrifying and ten times better than the movie. Scary stuff there… probably because it is true. Exorcisms and demons. Yes, it scares the living hell out of me… but I have always been drawn to, and dare I say, ‘entertained’ by horror movies and books of this nature. Don’t know why. Some might not believe in that sort of stuff, call it nonsense and not believe in the devil. But that is exactly what the devil wants… you to not believe that he exists.

“Very few people believe in the devil these days, which suits the devil very well. He is always helping to circulate the news of his own death. The essence of God is existence, and He defines Himself as: ‘I am Who am.’ The essence of the devil is the lie, and he defines himself as: ‘I am who am not.’ Satan has very little trouble with those who do not believe in him; they are already on his side.” Venerable Fulton J. Sheen, Life of Christ

Also people laugh and call it all nonsense until they need an exorcist


That was a good movie too (The Rite, also based on a true story).

So why bring this up during Christmas? (Yes it is still Christmas!!!) and on the Feast Day of the Holy Family? As I was napping on the couch wondering what to do today, besides a whole bunch of wonderful nothing, I kept thinking about the new year and what I wanted to do differently this year (a ‘resolution’ I suppose, but I fear once I call it that it will fail epically…). I want to be holier, I want to be more selfless. Easier said than done.

Probably the best way to do this is to up my prayer life along with doing more for others. One prayer I believe needs to be said more by myself, but also by others, is the prayer to St. Michael the Archangel. You think I am kidding. I am not. The devil/demons (evil) are real (there be dragons!) and we need to fight them and our best weapon is prayer. In 1884 the St Michael prayer was divinely revealed to Pope Leo the XIII who after celebrating mass “was seized by a profound rapture, he fell to the floor as if dead. When he awoke he told his cardinals of a terrible vision he had, in which the devil taunted Jesus by saying that, given enough time and power, he could destroy mankind. Our Savior gave him permission to test humanity over the decades to come.” (Deliver Us From Evil pg. 40). Pope Leo asked for pen and paper and wrote the St. Michael Prayer to help defeat the devil. This prayer was prayed at the end of mass up until 1968. I don’t understand why it was stopped, but haven’t things gotten tragically worse since the late 60’s?

As I quoted Isaiah 5:20 above… good is bad and bad is good now. Just look around… Abortion is accepted, celebrated and angrily defended; calling it choice, reproductive freedom and even a blessing. The gay lifestyle/marriage is also accepted and anyone who has an opposing view on it is called intolerant and homophobic. The family has been torn apart and we have suffered. What I notice the most is the language we now use. Though I had always been a fan of sarcasm, it seems that everyone is now a smart ass and everything is a big joke. Profanity is the norm and is joyfully spouted from everyone and everywhere. I can no longer watch rated R comedies… or even TV… I usually turn the TV off after less than 5 minutes. What horrifies me the most is seeing women swearing so profusely. And people, especially teenagers, gobble this up… they LOVE and laugh at this stuff. They think it is hilarious and it is ruining them. The envelope has been pushed to a ridiculous degree.

There is evil in the world, but it is called good. It boggles my mind when I argue with people about certain issues, especially about abortion. Why can’t they see that it is wrong and evil and ruining our world… ruining the family? Because the devil is at work and we need to defeat him.

I probably shouldn’t be writing this blog… I’m getting close to profession into the Secular Franciscan Order (Third Order~ OFS!)… because Lord knows when you get closer to something holy the devil attacks … but I felt compelled to write about this today on the Feast Day of the Holy Family. He got me up off the couch and in front of the computer. I had to write.

Let us take up this cause, let us take up this prayer (memorize it!) and fight for all that is holy. Let’s make 2015 the year we bring peace to the family and the world.


St Michael the Archangel, defend us in this day of battle. Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him we humble pray, and do thou, oh prince of the heavenly host, by the divine power of God cast into hell satan and all other evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls


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Singing with the Shepherds


“Now there were shepherds in that region living in the fields and keeping the night watch over their flock. The angel of the Lord appeared to them and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were struck with great fear. The angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid; for behold, I proclaim to you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For today in the city of David a savior has been born for you who is Messiah and Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.’ And suddenly there was a multitude of the heavenly host with the angel, praising God and saying: ‘Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.’ When the angels went away from them to heaven, the shepherds said to one another, ‘Let us go, then, to Bethlehem to see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us.’ So they went in haste….” Luke 2: 8-14
Tomorrow is Christmas…. It came upon us swiftly as it always does. Sneaks up whether we are ready for it or not, though we should have been preparing for it all Advent. One of my meditations this month to prepare for His birth was to reflect on the Christmas gospels. One of the most fruitful ones was placing myself outside of Bethlehem with the shepherds… imagine if you were a shepherd and got to see what they did…
It is a quiet night, a night like any other night as a shepherd. I am with my sheep, alone, praying. And then I see something peculiar. A brightness grows in the sky; I stand up overwhelmed. What is it? This brilliant light fills the sky and then I see an angel appear, no… a whole choir of angels. My eyes bulge and I fall to my knees, my mouth hanging open. The glory of the Lord shines around me. I can literally feel it. I am overcome; I weep. He speaks, sings, his voice booming, vibrating and melodic. I cannot tear my eyes from this sight.


Though I am afraid I am more in awe than anything. He tells me not to fear and tells me what has happened in Bethlehem. This choir of angels sings and resonates throughout the desert. I look around and see other shepherds have heard the good news too. I see them all. As the light from the angels dissipates I see the star for the first time; so huge and bright. It is shining over Bethlehem. I too feel myself glowing. I am on fire, joyful and curious. The glory that shone around me fills my heart, burns softly from my face. I want to see this new born baby.

We all begin the journey, a humble army of shepherds. We begin to sing all at once. Our song fills up the night sky as we trudge over dunes and make our way to Bethlehem. I laugh as I sing, so filled with joy and peace. The look on all our faces; we are on a mission from God. Chosen, why were we, poor humble shepherds, chosen to see this sight? It doesn’t matter. We follow the impossible star and we sing our hearts out.

shepherds head to B
And there it is just as the angels said; an amazing beautiful sight. Our song finishes as we come upon the scene. I am the first one to step into the stable. I want to see. There she is Mary, so young, so beautiful. She is glowing as she hovers over her new born son. Joseph is behind her, his hand on her shoulder, guarding them, a proud father. They are amazed to see us as we are to them.

I look down at my Lord and my God; a baby my King. I fall to my knees. He is illuminated by the star, or is it the other way around? I look up at Mary and she smiles and nods. A dog, some sheep and cattle surround me and worship Him too. I am overwhelmed with immense beauty; so in awe I cannot speak. I hold out my hands; give him all that I am, all that I have. I weep for joy. Here He is who we have been waiting for. He is so amazing, so innocent, so humble… to come to us this way. He came to me, … to us, the poor… I suddenly realize~ He made Himself poor so that we could be made rich. This babe. I cannot look away. Joseph puts his hand on my shoulder. I weep some more. The King of kings before me.

Then there is a commotion. Someone taps me on the shoulder and I turn and rise. Coming over the hill, a party of important men and their caravan approaches. We shepherds back up and let them through. I am continuously amazed. This small baby, this King, being visited by three kings in all their splendor. I look at their faces. Just like us they are overwhelmed and in awe of the baby. Tears streak down their faces as they come forth bearing expensive gifts. They fall to their knees and worship. Together they sing so beautifully to the King. We are all in awe of this wonderful sight. I look to Mary. She is smiling and weeping too; her hand clutched to her breast. They finish singing and all is quiet. No words can be expressed. We all just adore. We all adore the babe, God’s gift to us. No night can ever compare to this night.

baby J

The Word became flesh and dwelt among us….

Merry Christmas to all. Have a blessed Christmas season and a happy new year.


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My Gift

IEP meeting meme

Yeah… tis the season… not only is it Advent, which can and will stress me out, but it is also IEP season… mostly because they (the school) wants to get in all of the senior transition meetings before Christmas break… and this year half of my (30+) students are seniors… yeah… and then there are the annual meetings for my (sophomore and Junior) students whose IEP’s are up soon (or have testing soon)… so yeah… my life is pretty much insane right now.

screamin woman 2

yup that’s me… crazy lady extraordinaire…

So I have been buckling down …getting em done… spending anywhere from 4-5 hours (on brand new, never been written IEP for a new student, I got 3 of those so far this year) to 2-3+ hours on an IEP of a student I have had for a year or two. And not only is there that 19-22 page monster to write but all the paperwork I have to gather, and reports I have to write… yes we kill trees in special ed… what of it?! My brain is about to explode and my eyes are on fire…

I have ten meetings in all to look forward to before Christmas … I have 5 meetings this coming week and 5 right before break… … and next week isn’t a full 5 day week… it is 2 days… but yes I still have 5 meetings that week (3 in one day, 2 in the next!).

I spent my weekend, yes my weekend, writing two IEPs… 6-7 hours in all… and I am happy to say I am done for the day (WOOO HOOO)…. It did help that I cranked Christmas music as I wrote!

Why am I a special ed teacher, you ask? Why would I torture myself so… hahahahaha… I do believe I explained it in another post… but for the most part I am a special ed teacher because I was not pleased with how we were treated at my son’s IEP meetings back 7 years ago. I felt like I had to fight to get him what he needed to be successful. I was very confused, frustrated and annoyed by how things went at those meeting… yeah I was all crazy mother bear… yeah I was/am like this

IEP meme

I fought for my son… I went back to school to get my master’s in Special Education so that I could understand what was going on at the meetings (and get a better job) … and then I wanted to be an advocate for my students and their parents… because as a parent I knew what it is like to be sitting there at that big, overwhelming table with the “team” which consists of various people… LEAs, special ed teachers, specialists, counselors, speech and language pathologists, OT, PT, classroom teachers, administrators …  who were for the most part (but not all the time) grumpy-faced or stoic.

IEP meetings are usually not fun. BUT hey, I think they should be… well at least they should not be so serious. I did have one of my student’s mothers laughing hysterically at the end of a meeting 2 weeks ago (mostly because I did something moronic).. she looked at me and burst into laughter … and then I would laugh uncontrollably too … she said it was the best IEP meeting she had ever been to. Yeah that was a good meeting…

So I have completed 5 IEPs so far… just more 5 to go… ugh.

Hey~ God brought me on this journey… placed me here for a reason… So I guess this is my gift this Christmas season… offering up my sufferings (seriously, my brain and eyes hurt!) for my student’s (redemptive suffering! Use it!) that they have a successful academic year and that they enjoy and appreciate silly little ole me as their case coordinator.

For my students! WOOOT!

I love my job.

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Believing is Seeing

“For we walk by faith, not by sight” 2 Corinthians 5:7

St Lucy meme

It just so happens that on this Feast day of St Lucy I am suffering from some sort of eye irritation. St. Lucy is the patron saint of blindness and eye disorders, for legend has it that when she was tortured (and martyred) she had her eyes gouged out (and God miraculously healed her). .. I am always amazed at the lives of saints and especially martyrs… for I fear I would never be as brave as they were… They are too cool and I am a wuss who can’t stand the sight of blood, especially my own. Hopefully Saint Kelly (haha yeah me some day) will not have to die a gruesome martyrs death.

So back to my eyes… I have been experiencing burning and annoyingly itchy eyes for about a month now. Yes, I went to my doctor, we discussed it, maybe its medication, maybe its make-up… we are not sure. So I just deal with it, for though it is annoying I can still see and I am thankful for that. My husband did laugh at me and took pictures of me with cucumbers on my eye lids… Gotta laugh at ourselves and the silly things we do…

So think of sight … how so many of us take it for granted. I have worn glasses and/or contacts for about 37 years now and I have always been annoyed by not having perfect sight. I hated (and still hate) wearing glasses. I don’t think I look nice in them and I want to SEE from my face… not through some dingy, smeared piece of glass an inch from my face. But recently contacts irritate my eyes, so I have to suck it up ~ go all Velma and try to rock out the four eyes look. Blah. One of our students calls me “BD” (bad @$$) because my glasses transition into sunglasses. Haha… But seriously I am not that cool. At all. Dorkish, that’s me. And I not only have to wear glasses, but I wear “progressives” (a name my husband hates, sounds too liberal haha) so that I can read and see distances… but there are times that I am tilting my head awkwardly, trying to see close up… and then across the room and then back to the computer and …ugh… I wind up dizzy and nauseous with a crick in me neck… and I whip off my glasses, like now as I write this, leaning over the keyboard, pecking at the keys (yeah I can’t type like a normal person, I use three fingers)… I can see fine like this…. (mwahahaahahaha I laugh maniacally!) Sorta, kinda, maybe-ish …if I don’t have to look at anything else but this screen… <sigh> I wish I could just see everything clearly without those dumb glasses …

I have a friend who said that one day she lost an expensive pair of glasses in church and she just went on with her day and after a while she said she could see fine without them and she has not worn glasses since then. A Miracle? I don’t know, maybe she asked for intercessory prayers of St Lucy? Not sure… but I love these little stories of faith and miracles and thanksgiving. I wish my eyesight would be miraculously healed… hm.

But then I remember … to be thankful for what I do have… I do have my sight. Yes my eyes burn a bit… But I can do my job, I can see to drive my minivan, I can see the TV, the computer, and I can see my husband and children (oh and my silly dog) …I am blessed… Though there is pain… I can offer up that discomfort to save souls (always need to remember redemptive suffering)… and …there is always a reason for things, even crappy things… even if we don’t see the reason now. God has a plan. Believing is seeing… there is more to life than what we see and know.

So with these bad eyes… I walk by faith and not by sight and try not to fret…

Still… St Lucy… pray for me

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Mary’s Gift to Us


Yup. That’s what my Nativity scene looks like… notice anything odd? Haha… possibly the salt shaker in the manager and some suspicious character peeking around the stable. That would be my lovely kids being funny. Later on I found the pepper shaker in the manager… changing it up haha. And that guy peeking around the corner? That’s St Francis of Assisi… he is always in our Nativity scene since he is the one who started that tradition.
Since today is the Solemnity of The Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary I thought I would blog about my reflections on Mary. Of course most people get the idea of the Immaculate Conception wrong…
immaculate conception
Just so you know… the Immaculate Conception is the conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary in her mother St Anne’s womb free from original sin. Okay now we can move on…
I normally pray Lectio Divina but recently I felt called to meditate on the Christmas gospels, placing myself there. The other day I placed myself in Bethlehem with Mary. I thought about the love Mary had for Jesus. As a mother I know how strong and powerful that motherly love is. I love my three boys so much I sometimes go all mother bear. Imagine though … being the mother of God. Holding God ~as a baby~ in your arms…. So that is what I did.
I imagined… Mary placing the baby Jesus I my arms, “Hold Him for me,” she says. I look down at the beautiful sleeping baby in my arms. He is perfect, smooth soft baby skin. His mouth moves, sucking in his sleep, as if he is nursing. He stirs, wiggles in my arms, and starts to fuss. A small sharp cry escapes his mouth. His dark brown eyes open. He blinks. He stops crying. He stops fussing. He looks up at me in awe, amazed by me. His eyes so bright. I feel like He can really see me, into me, the real me. He reaches up his soft chubby hand and grabs the glasses off my face. He smiles and giggles. He coos. I feel a warmth, a peace, as He continues to stare and smile into my face. I am in awe. He is speaking to me in the silence. I begin to sing to Him a lullaby I have never heard before. He looks up at me intently. His eyes grow heavy. I rock him. I hug Him to myself. So warm. His light penetrates into me. I close my eyes and doze with him. A while later, I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up to see beautiful Mary smiling down on me. I offer to give baby Jesus back to her but she shakes her head, “No, you hold him. He is my gift to you.”

The greatest gift at Christmas is the gift of Jesus Christ. Accept Mary’s gift and spend some time with him in the quiet of your heart.


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Why I refused to say “Happy Holidays” revisited

On this feast day of St Nicolas I thought it would be a good idea to re-post this.  Last night as I was picking up something at GNC I said to the guy working there, “Merry Christmas!” and he said, “Is it that time already?” Yes, yes it is that time already.  Enjoy:

Yes, you read that right, I refuse to say the generic seasons greeting, “Happy Holidays” this year, and come to think of it, forever more during the Christmas season. I will say to everyone I greet, “Merry Christmas!” with a big cheery grin, no matter who I am speaking to. I don’t care if you are not a Christian. I don’t care if you are Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, a whining Atheist or are from the planet Neptune. I will still say, “Merry Christmas!” with a big cheery grin even if you state you don’t celebrate Christmas. You may think that is being insensitive and politically incorrect in this day and age, but I do not think that by me, or any other Christian, wishing someone a “Merry Christmas!” is being insensitive or even offensive at all. I believe it does quite the opposite. It does what it was meant to do. It expresses kindness and joy.
Let me explain by giving an example. Say you moved to India, or Iran, or Brazil, or Neptune for a year and during that year while you were hanging out with your new foreign friends their big holiday came up. Now would you feel included and accepted if they expressed their happiness of the season by stating their favored expression, “Merry Sacred Cow day!” or “Happy Buddha’s birthday!” or “Happy Neptune Monster Day”… whatever? Wouldn’t you be happy to be included in their joyous time by having them express their happiness to you in their favored statement? Or would you be offended because you’re not Buddhist, Brazilian or Neptunian? No, of course you would be open to and would enjoy experiencing their holiday and all the happiness that goes along with it, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t saying, “I don’t celebrate that and I’m offended!” be rude?
Okay, here’s another example. Back in the early 1990s I worked as a bartender in the Chinese Restaurant “Joyce Chen” in Boston’s Theater district. I was one of only a few Caucasians working there. I enjoyed working there and learned to speak a couple of phrases in Cantonese. I loved learning about the traditions and celebrations of my Chinese co-workers and friends. During the winter months (January/February) they celebrate the Chinese New Year. Now this is a big holiday, a huge celebration for these people and during this time they taught me how to say, “Happy new Year” in Cantonese, if I remember correctly it is, “Gung He Fat Choy” or something like that. Every member of the Joyce Chen staff would wish me this greeting and invited me to their big celebration at the restaurant. I felt accepted and happy that they wanted me to be part of their special time. They could have just thought, “Oh, she’s not Chinese, why should I wish her a ‘Gung He Fat Choy’? She’s not one of us.” But they didn’t do that, they reached out to me, and invited me to celebrate with them, and I thought that was awesome.
And that, my politically correct friends, is why I believe expressing my season greeting in the traditional way, “Merry Christmas!” (for it IS the Christmas season), is right and good and wonderful because it is embracing and sharing with the whole world my joyful time. I am not “shoving my religion” down non-Christian’s throats. I am not trying to convert (well, I do try to evangelize). I am just sharing joy. That’s it. By stating “Merry Christmas” to everyone I come across during this time I believe is showing them how much I care, that I want to share this happiness, this joyful time of year. How can saying this be offensive or insensitive if what I am doing is greeting them in a joyous way and wishing them peace and good will? It doesn’t make sense to be “offended” by happiness unless you have a mental disorder.
Now, I know what you’re going to say. Not all American’s celebrate Christmas; and some people celebrate other December holidays, so by saying “Happy Holidays” to whomever you bump into, you are covering all your bases. Okay, that is true, not everyone celebrates Christmas, you’re right. But how many is the question? There are Jewish people who celebrate Hanukkah (it begins on December 16th and goes until the 24th this year). Hanukkah is cool, I used to watch my Jewish friends light the menorah when I was a child and loved being part of it. As for what Jews think of Christmas, I don’t know about the whole group, but I have heard from some Jews that they love Christmas and all the joy that goes along with the season, they don’t find hearing, “Merry Christmas” offensive at all. I also asked my Atheist friend about the statement, “Merry Christmas” and he also was not bothered by it either. And not to make any less of this “Festival of Lights,” but this holiday is not the big Jewish holiday of the year. Yet Christmas IS one of our big holidays (Easter should be our biggest). Besides Hanukkah, what other holidays are there? Hhhmmm… I know one person that celebrates the “Winter Solstice.” But how many celebrate that? Not many. So what is left? Aaaaah, Kwanzaa… don’t get me started… but you know what? Most people have absolutely no idea, not only what this “holiday” is, but its origins. For one thing it is NOT an African holiday. And it is only 40-odd years old. A paranoid, racist, torturing (yes he was all those!) criminal (yes he was a convicted criminal… he tortured, yes, TORTURED women!), Ron Karenga formed the radical, violent (yes violent) group the “United Slaves” (a rival to the Black Panthers) back in the early sixties and thought up this fake holiday~ a black alternative to Christmas. I personally find the story of the man who started this holiday to be horrific and disgusting and cannot accept or embrace this holiday as a real holiday at all. But that’s just me, I have principles.
So, that brings me back to Christmas, the biggest holiday of December. What IS Christmas? We all know that it is the celebration of Jesus’ birth our Lord and Savior. .. so what is Christmas about? Look at all those Christmas cards, the words they use are: Joy, hope, peace, happiness, and good will, to name a few. What do we do during Christmas? Reach out to one another; wish each other happiness and joy and good will. And we give, not only gifts but many people give to charities and spend time helping the less fortunate have a Merry Christmas. That is what Christmas is. It is something precious, something good in a world gone mad.
We all know this. But still, for the past several years (decade!) there has been a war on Christmas. Many American towns ban Mangers, or Christmas trees or candy canes, or caroling … any and every expression of the Merry season is banned all in the name of political correctness in mortal fear that one person MAY be offended. It’s all quite Orwellian, how you must watch what you say, the Thought Police are watching. God forbid you say “Merry Christmas”, you could be fired for being insensitive and “offending someone.”
But aren’t you offended by this nonsense? How many American’s celebrate the Christmas season in some way? What do you think? Fifty percent? Sixty? Seventy? No~ 96%! Read that again: ninety-six percent! That’s a lot! So, who are the teeny tiny minority who do not want us “intolerant” (yes I have been called that!) to “push” our Christmas on them? Who are the whining Humbug Scrooges who don’t like to have someone wish them a warm happy greeting? Really, that’s what they are and they have gone too far. I am offended and I am going to do something about it.
So, that is why I will forever more express my happiness of the season with “Merry Christmas!” I have already wished several retail workers and grocery store clerks a “Merry Christmas” and you should have seen the smiles on their faces and they greeted me the same way. Awesome!
And so the season starts and so the war continues and so I finish this by stating:
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a jolly good fight!”
(Like St Nick! See below)

St Nick
Hahaha… St Nick is awesome!
Well, … actually it’s Advent… Christmas doesn’t start until Christmas day… ha! Keep your tree up until the Epiphany (or The Baptism of the Lord!). Happy Advent!

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