Happy Holidays

There seems to be a controversy among many of you, demanding that we put ‘Christ’ back in Christmas. I would like to attempt to explain difference between “Merry Christmas” and “Happy Holidays”.

Christmas is the act of honoring God and the birth of our Savior. It is about helping our fellow man in their time of need. If it is your intent to donate your purchases to charity or volunteering at your local shelter or even helping the elderly by providing some friendship, then I say to you, “Merry Christmas and May God Bless you.”

However, when you come through the checkout lane with your cart filled with decorations, candy and ornaments or you push and shove your fellow shoppers just to get to that one toy so you can give it to someone that doesn’t really need it, just so you can have some self-gratification on December 25th; then you my friend are celebrating the man-made HOLIDAY created for the soul purpose of profit. Quite the opposite of the Christmas spirit.

So please do not proclaim to the world that the people of retail are Devil worshippers or anti-American when they say to you, “Happy Holidays”.

Words are just words; it’s our actions that will bring Christ back to Christmas and it’s up to each of us to keep him in our hearts.

 

Revolution?

To see America in this place makes me weep

When the only hope we have to spread our message

Maybe to take up our arms and march through the street

In an attempt to save ourselves from the wreckage

They regulate all our thoughts and actions freely

As they sell us diet colas and empty hope

They can sell us our leaders just as easily

When we traded religion for their plug-in trope

I want to see those men hidden in the shadows

Pushing the buttons destroying our resistance

Bring them forward to face me in the light and show

Why a corrupt government deserves existence

Step forward all true American loyalists

Take back the land of the free; the home of the brave

Perhaps this might be the only chance we will get

Will it be liberty or a walk to the grave?

Decisions

Should I go on down to Main street

Where the season fills the night

Press my nose against the glass

And longingly stare at the sight

Of things in the stores

I can no longer afford to enter

 

Or rush on back home

Cock my guns and bolt my locks

Tuck my life away

Inside my wooden box

And wonder if I can

Survive the nuclear winter

The Good Life?

Our country is strong

We all know that

Said the politicians

To the diplomat

There’s no such thing

As an economic depression

 

Then they scurry on by

So they won’t have to gaze

Down the dark streets

Or the cold alleyways

Where America hides

Its transgressions

 

Happy New Year

Ok ladies and germs. 2018 is just over the hill and it is never too early to be thinking about the dreaded resolutions. I have never really made resolutions in the past. Partly because I know I won’t stick with them and mostly because I pretend to be cool like ‘The Fonz’. But here is my list anyway and this year I resolve to follow them until at least the 4th.

 

I’ll join the runners at the starting line

I will clean those pantry shelves

Make a promise to spend more time

Creating a healthier self

Throw away all the junk food

Maybe head down to the gym

Eat less, walk more

And make my body slim

I will learn a new language

Maybe how to knit or crochet

I will put away all my pennies

To save for a rainy day

I’ll quit smoking and cussing

I’ll consume no more alcohol

I’ll adopt a pet, learn to cook

Start buying local and not at the mall

I’ll go to church, pray for peace

Try something new each day

I’ll learn to relate, to meditate

Speak only if I’ve something nice to say

I’ll be on time, get more sleep

Watch far less TV

I’ll say the words, “I Love You” more

To all my family

I’ll spend more time in the great outdoors

Enjoying the little things

I will become more confident

Maybe even learn to sing

I’ll stop judging people by the way they look

I’ll think before I speak

I’ll look for the good and ignore the bad

I will stand up for the weak 

Spend less time on Facebook

More time on the Backyard Poet

I’ll write more blogs, make new friends

Be more considerate and show it