To all of my Christian Friends: May you have a joyous Christmas holiday filled with the warmth and love of family and friends.
To all of my Jewish Friends: May you enjoy the traditional Jewish Christmas celebration..Chinese food and a movie with no lines. Remember starting Tuesday the Succah lights go on sale.
To Friends of all faiths, as Kinky Friedman says, may you be blessed by the G-d of your choice. For those of you not familiar with the Kinkster her is the former “almost governor of Texas singing his biggest hit “They aint making Jews Like Jesus anymore“
Pam of Atlas Shrugs, posted a great “night before Christmas” parody which I would like to share with you below:
An Xmas Poem for our Warriors hat tip Cinn Stillwell ** Dedicated to our Troops ** T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the land
We argued about our troops in the faraway Sand.
Our politicians grabbed pork with so little care,
While our soldiers risked life, limb and soul over there.
Congress was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of another win danced in their heads.
Our soldiers dodged bombs, bullets and suicide freaks
While protesters hung their effigies on our streets.
Inside the Beltway there arose such a clatter,
Another Kennedy crashed a car, its window in shatters.
The Capitol police flew like a flash,
But the Kennedys just gave them some cold, hard green cash. Thousands of miles away, how could our soldiers know,
That our support was more than just pomp, smiles and show?
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a half-baked report that made surrender clear. What of Justin and Casey, once lively and strong,
They’d given their lives, how could it be wrong?
Patriots fought back, called the cowards by name,
“Come from under your beds, have you no shame?”
“Now Murtha! Now Al Gore! Now Obama! Now Kerry!
And your first woman speaker, oh, this could get hairy!
Our soldiers stand strong as you cut off their funds,
They leave behind their blood, as you cut, turn and run.
Stop where you are, Kennedy, get out of the booze,
Our colors don’t run, we can’t and won’t lose.
Remember Sept. 11, and the radicals who pray,
That they cut our throats and kill Santa’s great sleigh.
And now, as we look to the north for the miracle star,
We get on our knees, and pray for peace here and far.
We will not falter, if we stand all together,
In cold desert nights, whatever the weather.
We love our men and women, so far from their home.
This Christmas we pray for them, so they don’t feel alone.
We will stand by them, as they drive the enemy from sight,
Then Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! It’s a bloggeriffic Christmas!