It's the time of year again...

When everyone talks about the holidays and how wonderful life is. They try to be nice to their neighbor, smile, toast their friends and in general are decent folk. Why can't we do this all year? I'm the same grumpy little Woodchuck 365 days a year, except for leap year where I'm nice for one day. I belive that Jethro Tull said it best in the most true Christmas Song every written.

Once in royal davids city stood a lonely cattle shed,

Where a mother held her baby.

Youd do well to remember the things he later said.

When youre stuffing yourselves at the christmas parties,

youll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.

Youre missing the point Im sure does not need making That christmas spirit is not what you drink.!!!

So how can you laugh when your own mothers hungry,

And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,Remember, if you wish, this is just a christmas song.(hey! santa! pass us that bottle, will you? )

I really do love this time of the year with my kids and fun that we have. The look on the little faces, OK bigger now, but still little faces and the joy that comes with making them smile. The smell in the air of all of the cooking and the pine trees in the house. I love to spend time with friends and relax with the stress of work far behind you for a few days.

This year I'm going to go hug my Box Elder in the back yard, enjoy my children, cherrish my DW, talk with friend, and forget everything else.

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