I am not the Grinch.
At one time Christmas was my favorite time of year. I grew up in a place that received snow every year—many times during the winter holidays. It seemed kind of magical. The time off from school, the change of seasons, and—of course—presents.
Then I grew up and had kids of my own and the Holiday season became about making it special for them. Actually I’m not sure I ever really grew up, but I certainly had children. Call me crazy but in addition to doing my best to make the holidays special for them, I also made certain they understood what we were celebrating. At that time political correctness was being invented, but had not yet been integrated with the infrastructure of our culture. Continue reading
I do have family and friends who love me, but at the moment, because of circumstances that are only marginally under my control, I’m not doing much with my life right now—other than this blog. Totally weak.
