The Best Christmas Ever
Worst Christmas Ever:
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Politically-Correct Update:
The Worst Rendition of the Worst Christmas Song Ever:
A Reprieve:
A Lump for Coleman. Mrs. Bea McCrabbie: I had every intention to make this a Trumpless Christmas, but that turns out to be impossible. He probably ruined little Coleman's Christmas, so he might as well ruin ours, too:
... It's Worse Than You Think. Daniel Victor of the New York Times: "The president made the comments from the White House while he and the first lady, Melania Trump, fielded calls from a hotline for children wondering where Santa was.... [The occasion] is part of the annual Santa-tracking program run by the North American Aerospace Defense Command, known as Norad." Mrs. McC: What makes this even richer: it comes from a guy who himself has little touch with reality. ...
Earlier tonight walking next to some tourists on M Street, I heard the kid ask his parents if Santa was shut down too. The mom replied, 'No, even Trump can't screw that up.' He screwed it up! -- Jonathan Chait, in a tweet ...
... Luckily, Ken W. reminds us that there are fathers whose holiday manners top those of He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Mentioned:
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“Santa is for suckers”: President Grinch
Fatty decides, in a telephone conversation with a seven year old, that the kid’s time for enjoying a magical Christmas is over, questioning his belief in Santa Claus and pointing out that by that advanced age, belief in Santa is “marginal” at best.
So the president* who spends more time in la-la fantasy land than a paranoid schizophrenic decides that a little kid needs to grow up and face reality.
Merry Christmas, you asshole.
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.cbsnews.com/amp/news/norad-santa-tracker-unaffected-by-government-shutdown-where-is-santa-christmas-2018-12-24/
CHRISTMAS MORNING: 2002
For Chris Hedges
In Trieste: Old men with sad stories gather every afternoon
In the seaside coffee shops
And here in Hamden, a Connecticut town
Covered this Christmas morning by a cold
Blanket of newly fallen snow,
Its people sleep late, so exhausted after weeks
Of frantic preparation;
Its children scramble down under
A tree’s bounty wrapped up with ribbons and bows.
One can see far across the field now
To the old barn whose roof glistens white against an ashen sky,
Its beams and timbers from an 18th century Vermont structure,
Standing barren and empty for decades
Like some glorious ancient memorial.
Oh, and look! Here comes the dog that belongs to the
Old man down the road who lost his wife to cancer
Not too long ago, see how his paws leave their signature
But not for long—
And somewhere someone is singing carols while someone
Else is stuffing a bird while others are saying their prayers;
Someone has just died.
Outside it is so still it’s as though
All of us are holding our breath waiting for
The New Year to envelop us with a blanket
Of warmth, of safety, of hope.
And in Trieste old men with sad stories gather every
Afternoon in the seaside coffee shops.
@Bea McCrab: You can trot out those two oldies, but goodie video clips for "White Christmas" and "Santa Baby" every year...I pull up your page every so often and hit the Play button with the volume turned up while I gather myself to prepare for a late holiday dinner.
Helps put me in the mood!
Merry, merry to one and all RC-ers!