Not a War on Christmas!

More correctly, this is the time of year that Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. It is also the time, long before the birth of Jesus, that religions have celebrated the winter solstice. The winter solstice is the time of year when the hours of daylight begin to increase. When the hours of daylight are the longest which would be the summer solstice.

Jesus is not the reason for the season. He is just one of the religious leaders and religions that have celebrated the “returning of the sun”. The winter solstice does not belong to any religion. It is not anyone’s season.

Do I tell people that I know are Christians “Merry Christmas”? Of course I do. If I don’t know a person’s religion I am likely to wish them “Happy Holidays”. Or if it is between Christmas and New Year’s I may shorten the greeting to “Happy Holidays”. This does not mean that I am declaring war on Christmas; it simply means that I am being respectful of other’s beliefs.

I am sure the signage is not intended to be disrespectful of other’s beliefs, but it is. It is claiming that only Christians may claim the winter solstice.

To the person who displalys this sign I wish you a “Merry Christmas”. To those of you whom I do not know, “Happy Holidays”.

And He Rolled the Stone Back


Exactly three hours after the end of Easter Sunday I received the following email from a Christian acquaintance to her Christian friends:

Bud Lite…

A Mexican (an undocumented Democrat), a Black (a documented Democrat), a Muslim and a Redneck were walking together on a beach when the Black stumbled over a bottle in the sand. He picked up the bottle, rubbed the sand off it, and a Genie appeared.
“I can only grant four wishes,” the Genie said. “Since there are four of you, you may have a wish apiece.” Pointing at the Black, he said, “Since you found the bottle, you may have the first wish.” The Black thought for a moment then said, “I wish for a fleet of ships so that I can gather all my people and take them back to our homeland, Africa .” Poof! It was done! Thousands of ships appeared on the skyline.

The Mexican said, “I weesh for enough Cheby peekups to take all my peoples back to our homeland, May-he-co!” Poof! It was done! Row after row of Chevrolet pickups appeared on the beach.
The Muslim said, “I wish for a hundred thousand camels to take all of my people away from this horrible country loaded with infidels so we can live in peace in Muslim countries and serve Allah.” Poof! It was done! A hundred thousand camels suddenly appeared on the beach.

Turning to the Redneck, the Genie asked, “And what is your wish?” The Redneck watched as the loaded pickups began moving toward the border, then looked out to sea and watched the loaded ships sailing out into the sunset, then he looked at all of the Muslims getting on top of the camels and riding off.
The Redneck said, “Just give me a Bud Lite. It don’t get no better than this!”

And Jesus looked around, hung his head in shame at what he saw, went back into the cave and rolled the stone back across the entrance.

I can’t wait to hear what was on the Easter Sunday talk shows!

Happy Amateur Imbibing Day

Saint Patrick is described as the patron saint of the Irish because he drove the snakes out of Ireland. He also used the shamrock to teach the Catholic church doctrine regarding the Holy Trinity.

Jump a couple of hundred years into the future, and the celebration has morphed into a bibulous consumption of green beer, wearing of green, kissing, and pinching.

Now I, myself, am not past having a couple of cold ones green or otherwise.

I do not, however, drink on St. Pat’s Day. Why? IT’S AMATEUR HOUR FOR DRINKERS!!! I also try to stay off the highways. Hopefully, you do the same.

Erin Go Braugh!.