
Now with at least a half a century of stored Christmas memories, where do the facts start and the thoughts (or stories) end? Who knew that the prettiest girl and the best singer in the High School choir would wind up kissing like a dead fish? Who knew that the guy who threw his fatigue hat in the ditch as he drove out the gate at Fort Carson would wind up retiring as a Colonel from the Guard? Who knew that the guy that worked for General Motors would drive a Ford? Who knew that at the end of his career, that kid would find out that he loved teaching when it was far too late?
I guess all I can say is that I hope your dreams, fantasies and realities get mixed up and you to can find a good reason to have a Merry Christmas. Yes, I will not give up to the Politically Correct Crowd and wish anyone a happy holidays. You celebrate yours in your way and I will write what I want in my blog. After all, it is my blog.
MUD
Merry Christmas, MUD. :) A Merry Christmas to Barb, as well!
ReplyDeleteMUD, I can identify. (Too many long stories for a comment)
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, my friend.
Very well said my wonderful uncle and by the way I never thought you were that mean, I will however keep your secret:) Love you and Barb more than you know have the best Christmas ever!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you and yours, MUD!
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