Miracles? Why Not

When did you first realize there was no Santa Claus?

For me it was the film “Miracle on 34th ST”

Despite the British character actor Edmund Gwenn’s infectious portrayal of Kris Kringle, and the movie’s tease at the end that his character really was Santa Claus, I was at the age (I don’t remember which) when logic prevailed.

My mom said that one day at the kitchen counter I said, “There really isn’t a Santa Clause, is there?” And so she fessed up.

But we still left a full bottle of Coca-Cola out on Christmas Eve, which she still drank as they put out my presents while I was sleeping so that the next morning we could pretend it was for Santa Claus.

Somehow knowing it was an illusion didn’t make it less of a miracle.

It will be a year ago Christmas Eve that she passed on. I’ve got a bottle of Coke ready to go.

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Author: craigcrawford

Trail Mix Host. Lapsed journalist, author & retired pundit happily promoting nothing but the truth for Social Security checks.

83 thoughts on “Miracles? Why Not”

  1. craig, good for you. they probably don’t serve coke in heaven.

    as for belief in santa, in my family on christmas eve the youngest child (of reading age) became the santa… sorta of a transubstantiation thingy… and gave out the gifts one at a time pausing long enough for the recipient to sufficiently unwrap, ooh and ahh over.  it subliminally set the santa spirit alive and well without words. so never had to face the “santa’s not real” disappointment because he was real,  he was me some years.  a miracle yes.

  4. How can you not believe in Santa Claus, he’s in every f’ing advertisement ?
    And, he looks different in each ad.

  6. Every good thing, every kindness, they are all miracles.

    Plenty of folks can explain the ‘how’ of something, like each, new day or life on Earth, but the ‘why’ is only answered by one’s world view/faith.

    Miracles? Sure.  Why not?

     

  7. Mr Crawford,

    As I drive home from work Saturday night I’ll look for the brightest star in the sky & think of your Mom.

    Did I ever believe in Santa? I don’t know. Silly answer, but we were practical people, if that makes sense. Sometimes I have a pang when I see the joy from believing in other people’s faces, whether it be in Santa or Jesus. I believe in the ideals of what they represent, tis  better to give than receive, thinking of others before yourself. Maybe that’s what matters because it sticks. I don’t believe in the supernatural but I believe in the power of good & what we can accomplish when our priorities are in order. Santa & Jesus are role models for the better angels in our soul.

  8. When did you first realize there was no Santa Claus?

    What???!!!!!!!   I didn’t know that….   thanks a lot for spoiling it for me…  putz!!!!!!!!

  9. Speaking of better angels … received an email from the cousin in Denmark writing our family story. A book about the Resistance in WWII was published recently & features the story of Ejnar Sivertsen, whose mother was my Grampa’s sister. I corresponded with Ejnar when I was a kid. Really nice guy, patiently answered all the questions posed from his idiot American cousin. He died of cancer in 1977 & I miss him.

    Seems he was part of the espionage unit that wiretapped the Germans who were stationed around Copenhagen. He also carried letters & escorted people (by piloting a boat at low tide – part of the journey he waded) to neutral Sweden. Some of the info he gathered was credited in forming the D-Day invasion. Oh & after the War he was sent to Norway to help with a little thing called NATO. Holy fricking crap. Such a sweet man, such a truly good soul. Puts the daily grumbles in my insignificant life in order 😉

  12. Leaving a Coke out for Santa is particularly appropriate. It was milk and cookies at our house.  There was an unspoken agreement between me and my parents – with a younger sister I wouldn’t say anything about Santa and Santa would leave me gifts.  (My grandparents and uncles & aunts gave me clothes).

  14. I don’t remember when I stopped believing but like Pogo I had younger siblings  so it was my responsibility to maintain the fiction. That responsibility moved down to my 3 younger sisters until we all maintained the fiction. Some with grand children still do so till this very day.

    Jack

  15. Christmas is about memories.

    One about my mother, that I have this time of year. She  would try to make taffy. She grew up in a large depression era family with a large circle of friends and one of her childhood memories was friends and family gathering for a “taffy pull” party. She tried to recreate that for us but she was never able to make taffy, it always started to crystallize before it cooled enough to handle. But as we were poor, she wasn’t about to throw out several pounds of sugar. So my christmas memory has to do with her making success from failure. She would take the results of the failed taffy effort and make the most delicious tidbits. From peppermint patties to carmel chews or little lemony bites of heaven.

    thanks Craig for the shared memories

    Jack

  17. There was Rudolph.  In 1949 the first year the song was released, I tried to stay on the couch looking out the window awake to see him.  The next morning, I was in my bed and there was one present under the tree:  To Janie From Santa.  I always knew Aunt Ruth was Santa but never let her know I knew.  I received one of those “To Janie” presents until 1968.  I’ve really missed them and her since then.

     

  19. I wanted Santa be real, ‘cuz of Autry’s Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. But, what I really wanted was an actual Rudolph. sigh

  20. SJ

    Please understand that my lack of enthusiasm for KO was based on his style of presentation, not the substance of those presentations. That he has made a positive impact in your life is something special that makes life worthwhile for him and better for you. I would never try to diminish those good things.

  21. Craig: Lovely post and a wonderful memory of your mom!

    When did I first realize there was no Santa? Never! Not surprisingly, I still believe in miracles and Santa. What else would you expect from a Granny Pollyanna Mumantoog LOL!

    For me this belief really started once I left home at 18! Not a lot of happy childhood memories except the one about the time when I was 5 and we hived in an old farm house in Missouri and I crept downstairs on Christmas Eve and saw Santa himself placing gifts by the fireplace. I always told my boys that story too and my oldest still tells people that he believed in Santa years longer than his friends because of that. As a single mom there were many years that seemed destined to be without a Christmas but some kind of miracle would happen and we would have a happy wonderful day when Christmas rolled around.

    One Christmas in particular was indeed nothing short of a miracle! I had been out of work for a few weeks due to a surgery and my oldest son who was 3 at the time had also gotten sick and ended up in the hospital. A lot of other things happened that were not the sort of things that engender Christmas spirit but I’ll skip the details. Anyway I went back to work in time for the madhouse of Christmas shopping season. I worked at Sears at the time so, not much pay and I was behind on everything from missing time at work. At the end of the day on Christmas Eve after the store closed, I was cleaning up my area and the manager of the Toy Department came over and told me to stop by when I was done. When I got there he had an empty shopping cart and told me to go through the aisles and take anything I wanted for my son. I picked out a couple of toys in between tears and went back over to thank him but he said I needed to go through again and get more. He even found some things he thought a young boy might like and put them in the cart. I ended up with an overflowing cart full of wonderful toys. That was my Christmas miracle! I’ll never know why or how that happened. I was just a very young, single mother trying to keep food on the table and having a very bad year  I didn’t even know the man except to say hello in passing. Since then I’ve seen many examples of  Santa living inside people’s hearts and I always tried my hardest to keep that spirit in my own heart too! So yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause!

  24. Every time I see children eagerly lined-up for a Mall Santa, my belief in the real Santa Claus is reinforced. Who among us hasn’t gone through the experience of explaining how Santa will enter their chimney-less home? Such easy ways to bring joy to people; people both young and otherwise.

    When I was perhaps seven, Laine Grosberg, my playmate across the street tried to convince me that Santa was a nonsensical myth, as was Christmas itself. What drivel–but we still remained friends.

  25. GrannyM…  that story brought tears to my eyes….   bless people who do kind things such as that.

    Flatus….  Santa represents the 3 wise men bringing presents to a baby Jesus….   KGC is Jewish.

  27. Renee: “Santa represents the 3 wise men bringing presents to a baby”

    That’s a stretch. Its closest notional tie to dogma is the name St Nicolas. The rest is marketing hype.

  28. Flatus….   Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Jesus.  Despite all the marketing hype and other stuff, it is a Christian holiday.  If you don’t understand that and that what you wrote to KGC was kinda uncalled for…   I can’t help you.

    You have a Merry Christmas and a good day.

  29. We had the tooth fairy just no Santa -no Christmas.   My parents were not wildy observant Jews but they were opposed to the general gift giving competition and out of control commercialization so we celebrated Jewish Holidays not Christian ones and there was not much emphasis on holiday gift giving…we did clean-up on our birthdays.  Frankly given all the trauma you see during the holidays for some people  I don’t think we missed much.  And we did celebrate Christmas – like every good Jew-  chinese food and a movie.  Although you really can’t do that anymore  too many people have taken to doing that

  30. renee,  some think he was around a few centuries before that

    jack, remember how it was hard to keep from burning your fingers on that wannabe-taffy?  always had butter handy.  boy, what a mess as I recall… sticky stuff everywhere and in your hair

    granny, wonderful story.   needs to be on one of those values billboards that say “pass it on”

  31. I was 7 years old when the Tooth Fairy moved to Ecuador. Or, was it Patagonia ? Anyway, kids in that place deserved money for their teeth, too. dammit.

  33. When my friend Bill Gahr was in the AF at Lakenheath in England, he got a day off and went to London to see the British Museum. It was Christmas day and besides there being no British Museum that day, there appeared to be no restaurants open. He wandered the chilly streets until he was famished. Finally he came upon a Pakistani restaurant, where kind Muslims had stayed open for wretched starvelings such as poor Bill. To this day he honors the tradition of his Muslim Christmas Curry.

  34. No Santa…..just an elf making shirts and pants……my Mom used to work for Sears as a pattern maker…..she used to make the same style and color shirts and pants for me and my two bros……i did not want to dress up in the same shirts…..my pa used to beat me until i wore it….he put it on….i threw it in the garbage………

    Then I found out that my mom used to save up to buy the materials at a special price from sears…….once i understood her sacrifices for us three littlest ones…..i wore my new shirts proudly…….some in the hood used to go over board on the teasing…and i took it as bullying…which it was……we alway played winter football at the school yard….in the mud……(some of the best games were palyed in the mud and snow)…..and it was the only chance to play with the big guys….i made sure that I was on the apposing side of the bully……..there was no where he could go and escape …..and when every time i knocked him to the ground…….like super man……..i pulled off my coat…..and he could take a good look at my shirt…….my bro Al was not as big…but he could bite and kick with the best of em….the littlest Bro Rick….he yelled out the not so needed encouragement …..

    I sorta celebrate Life pretty much…..so being that i was in advertising and my clients used to start getting ready for Christmas sales….at the middle or end of August…..Christmas did not seem all that great to me………but i do celebrate it with the little nieces and phews…..the chance to be with them is worth the hype, I give presents during the year for no reason at all……I dont celebrate any holiday that is pushed on me……except Birthdays……now that is the one true Holiday…….just think about it…..when we were born…it was like winning the lotto……….we swam the bestes to get here………..

    Only way that I will believe in Santa….is if i get (since i was 5 yrs old) finally get my holsters with my double pistolas………….or a red rider bb rifle………..in know, i know….im gonna shoot my eyes out…………….the three Kings Rock tho…..they brought a little something, through my older bro, and sis…….along with tamales and a sweet drink called atolle……will be having those with my little ones this Sat night……….later, not so cold today and sunny……..gonna have Judy drop me off about a about 3 miles from home when she goes to do a little shopping……..she loves Christmas…..sings at a special Mass, which my son comes for….I also go…..at midnight ………

    The church that she belongs to for the last 32 yrs….announced that it is closing, she has been in he choir, we volunteer for food stuff…and other little things….its a great church that has a grade school…

    It will be closing cos it  does not make enough money to send to the Cardinal, Bishop, Vatican……the bottom line is every where….Bah Humbug……….later

  35. Renee, I had no intention of offending you or other Christians or Jews. If I had realized that Katherine was Jewish, then I would have said something else or nothing.
    Renee, for you and Rick, you Two have a wonderfully peaceful Christmas.

    Flatus

  36. Hannukah is a minor Jewish holiday elevated because of its proximity to Christmas

  38. I’ll be doing my usual 8 nights of Hanukkah on my blog … Heavy reliance on food.

    Since I never lived in the same place two Christmases in a row, belief was a little difficult to come by.  My aunt was the one who went all out with decorations, tree, fruit cake, fudge, divinity etc. so depending on whether I was living or visiting around Christmas was traditional with two other aunts doing same to a lesser degree.  Dad did the Scottish thing or Christmas is religious.  New Year’s is when you hand out presents.  Mom usually worked and bought stuff but no celebration.

  39. Well, I’m drifting toward the end of the last full work day before the Christmas weekend.  Hard to stay focused.  Good luck on the pistolas and Red Rider BB gun, Solar.  I hope like Ralphie you wear glasses.

  41. well, we have fake news, we might as well have fake holidays

    from bbc:

    For those of us fed up with the commercialism of Christmas, a fake holiday has become very real.

    The big day is coming.

    No, not Christmas. It’s an occasion some would say is even more important: Festivus.

    [….]

    Celebrated on December 23, the appeal of Festivus is its aggressive simplicity. Can’t afford a huge Christmas tree? You can probably find a plain aluminium pole, the Festivus alternative. Don’t believe in a deity? None is required. Don’t feel particularly thankful? You can vent to your heart’s delight via Festivus’ Airing of Grievances. During times when so many people are angry about politics, economics, the latest season of The Walking Dead, and even other members of their family, Festivus is more relevant than ever.

    This emphasis on disappointment and complaint is in contrast to other American holidays such as Thanksgiving. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Diwali, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Las Posadas, or something else, there’s a lot of pressure to give thanks and embrace the spirit of peace and love and community. That pressure to be grateful and generous can be difficult, and so Festivus taps into a far more natural impulse: griping.

    [….]

    In fact, Festivus has a lot of common with another holiday that started in the 1990s: Buy Nothing Day. That international holiday gives people a chance to protest the attack of consumerism on their wallets and brains. Festivus does the same in a weirder package.

  42. so not just the bbc notices tomorrow’s holiday, but also senator rant in his press release:
    Dr. Rand Paul Airs Spending Grievances with Special ‘Festivus’ Edition of ‘The Waste Report’
    WASHINGTON, D.C. – Today, U.S. Senator Rand Paul released a special “Festivus: Airing of Grievances for 2016” edition of “The Waste Report,” an ongoing project cataloguing egregious examples of waste within the U.S. government.

    In its second year, Dr. Paul’s Festivus edition features 37 examples of wasteful spending, misplaced priorities, and bad management in the federal government that have cost taxpayers nearly two billion dollars.

    Highlights include: over $300,000 on TVs that sat waiting on a renovation project and turned out to be the wrong kind, $594,000 to subsidize Washington, D.C.-area concerts against the National Park Service’s wishes, $1,250,000 to produce a superhero cartoon in Pakistan, and $6,000,000 to renovate a Fort Belvoir cafeteria that closed permanently months later.

    Not to mention sea monsters, shady land deals, dating, and selfies. . . you can find all this and more in Dr. Paul’s special Festivus “Waste Report” HERE.

  44. Our part of Cleveland was enriched by a strong Jewish presence I remember sitting on a very thick dictionary when dining at the Rothchilds one evening in the middle 40s. They had left Germany just before the War. Next door to them were the Rosenbergs. Linda Rosenberg went through elementary school with me. They changed their name to Ross because of publicity of the spy scandal about which they had no connection. And, next to them, were the Grosbergs. Lane was a couple of years older than Linda and me, but she went to the same school as well.

    Then there was a series of Catholic families. Those kids went to the nearby parochial schools. We all played together–mostly in front of our house. So far as I can recall, our family was the only protestant (Episcopal) family on our block. It was a nice place to be raised. Lane’s big fantasy was to run away to be with the Lone Ranger. She took me with her on one of those escapades; our parents were not pleased.

  45. Speaking of the “reason for the season” Yesterday was the first day of winter so for the pagans on the trail.

    Have a cool Yule.

    BTW given that Christmas is the Christian version of Saturnalia, the big Roman holiday. I ran across some information. It seems the Etruscans introduced the Romans to  the God Saturn and Saturnalia. The Etruscans were a colony of the sea people, or Phoenicians  and are believed to have come from somewhere around modern day Israel.

    So it is not too much of a stretch to say that Christmas and  Hannukah may be the same holiday, they just diverged a bit over the last 3000 years

    Well with that maybe I’d better sneak out the back door. I’ll wait until Easter to talk about the possibility that Christ was the Buddha

    gdr

    Jack

  46. Pat: Thanks for sharing that values site it’s amazing, can’t believe I never saw it  before! I just spent a half hour looking around. There are a lot of options there. I signed up for their newsletter (or thought of the day or whatever they call it) so I can get more familiar with what they’re doing. I’ll surely post something there eventually. Probably anonymously.

  47. jack, hope yule have a yuge yule too.  which leads me to another seasonal lesson: the yule goat…. no offense intended

    ORIGINS AND HISTORY
    Some authors contend that the Yule goat originated in pre-Christian YULE celebrations. They believe that the ancient Scandinavians dedicated their Yule festival to the god Thor, whose companion animal was the goat. According to legend, this Norse god rode in a chariot pulled by two billy goats. Others view the Yule goat as a medieval invention. They argue that the goat typically accompanied the Devil in medieval folk plays performed around Christmas time.
    In medieval times the Yule goat frolicked at the center of Scandinavian Christmas festivities. Using a goat skin and head as a costume, two men would masquerade as a goat, sometimes with a third sitting astride them. Such displays and the raucous revelry that accompanied them alarmed Church authorities. In the sixteenth century they began to issue prohibitions against these kinds of events. Nevertheless, groups of young people in Sweden maintained the goat as a sort of mascot when they caroled and danced for their neighbors around Christmas time. In the eighteenth century the goat adopted a new Christmas role in Sweden: gift bringer. In the late nineteenth century, however, this task was taken over by the JULTOMTEN.
    The Yule goat also visited DENMARK and Finland in past times, but not as a gift giver. The Danish Klapparbock and the Finnish Joulupukki frightened children and warned them to behave. Although the Finnish gift bearer of today resembles FATHER CHRISTMAS, he still bears the name “Joulupukki,” which translates as “Yule buck.”

    TODAY
    In Sweden the Yule goat, or Julbock, lives on as a favorite Christmas decoration. In Norway a contemporary Christmas custom took its name, Julbukk, from the ancient Yule goat. Groups of costumed children and adults walk through their neighborhood entertaining householders with songs in exchange for treats. These groups may bring a goat with them, or someone may dress as a goat and impersonate the animal’s typically unruly behavior. Sometimes, costumed goats discipline misbehaving children by butting them. If two costumed goats meet, they often entertain onlookers by engaging in a play fight.

  50. I have to admit that I’ve got the griping part of Festivus down – in fact I’d say it’s my art form, and I don’t wait for any specific day to celebrate it – it’s kind of an every day thing for me.

  51. No Christmas or Santa-playing is compleat without a re-reading of David Sedaris’ accounts of playing an Elf for the Santas at Macy’s in NYC……..

  53. Now the comments about Coca-Cola & Santa make sense.  Only the headline showed up this morning.

    Toby is one of the kindest folks I ever had the pleasure to meet.  It always appeared that things were kind of an adventure, too.

    Santa left my something on the front porch until I was five, as we had no chimney…nor hot water, insulation, flush toilet… But he left me one toy  and it was always exactly what I wanted.

    The rest of the gifts were usually clothes for me and my dolls, all spread around a tiny tree in a Folger’s coffee can full of driveway gravel.  I wish I had the odd and well-worn collection of ornaments.

    My kindergarten “boyfriend” was the son of the Episcopal minister.  When I asked what Santy was bringing him, he told me there was no such person & I just said OK.  No  trauma.   I think the Santy gift stopped showing up on the porch because they found out that I knew.

  54. Seems that a few of my comments did not survive.

    Of interest now is that the floater is absolutely insane.  He wants to enter a nuclear escalation with his BFF (and that is the NSFW version) KGB operative Vlad.  Maybe the Vlad will build nukes for all of us.  Including Iran and the ‘stans.  That way we can be safe from all the extraction radiation.

    Life is good.  Feliz Navidad.

  57. xr, “except to clean….parts” is as good a reason as any to believe in something.

    may the fizz be with us all

  58. very moving article yesterday in

    the new Yorker: Holy Rage: Lessons from Standing Rock

    “The world is watching. Our ancestors are watching,” she said. “We are fighting for the human race.”

     

  60. pogo, note the notation for the ukulele. btw, are those chords for the uke helpful to play on lp’s guitar?

    John French : I wrote this song for Festivus. It’s played on the ukulele, but you can play it and sing it on Festivus any way you like.


  61. Inspired by Seinfeld, Joel Kopischke and Stas Venglevski perform the holiday song “O’Festivus” for 12 Songs, presented by Third Coast Digest and WMSE Radio. Happy Festivus!
     

  65. The feats of strength are under way.   I just unstuck my nutri-bullet with a flathead screwdriver and a hammer (while airing my grievance about it under my breath.) Success!

     

  66. according to wapo quoting joe, mika and matt, there seems to be trouble abrewing amongst the drumpfdom drones over the twit’s recent tweet.  big bang theory?

  68. So as I’m wont to do from time to time I looked at the numbers from the election in the context of votes cast per electoral vote (I’m not a fan of the electoral college – it was put in place so that slave states could get representation based on the free and slave population).  Each of Hillary’s EC votes represent the votes of 283,814 Americans.  Each of trump’s EC votes represents 203,816 votes.  On a popular vote basis, Hillary’s voter’s votes are worth 72.5% of Trump’s voter’s votes – very close to the 2/3 of a man the slaves were given to determine how many representatives a state would get.  As I  have said and will continue to say, the EC needs to be reformed to reflect the country’s changes since 1789.  The genius of the electoral college scheme is that it discounts Americans because they live where people live.  Farm subsidies are a vote driver more so than urban development funds.

  69. It must irk Garrison no end to learn that the Satanic pioneer press re-‘printed’ his essay.

  70. Farm subsidies are welfare for the kochs, Cargill, kraft, quaker, perdue, hormel, frito lay, Heinz, etc.

  71. “Hillary’s voter’s votes are worth 72.5% of Trump’s voter’s votes…”

    pogo, about the same ratio seen with salaries

    Even accounting for factors such as occupation, industry, race, marital status and job tenure, reports the GAO, working women today earn an average of 80 cents for every dollar earned by their male counterparts. This pay gap has persisted for the past two decades, remaining relatively consistent from 1983-2000. – from usgovinfo

  73. literally going kicking and screaming to the twit’s crowning
    from  msn:
    Some of the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes are none-too-pleased over a contractual obligation to perform at Donald Trump’s presidential inauguration. While many outsiders support their right to protest, plenty of others are suggesting the women stop “whining” and do their union job.
    Rockette Phoebe Pearl wrote the following on her private Instagram account, according to Perez Hilton: “I usually don’t use social media to make a political stand but I feel overwhelmed with emotion. Finding out that it has been decided for us that Rockettes will be performing at the Presidential inauguration makes me feel embarrassed and disappointed. The women I work with are intelligent and are full of love and the decision of performing for a man that stands for everything we’re against is appalling. I am speaking for just myself but please know that after we found out this news, we have been performing with tears in our eyes and heavy hearts. We will not be forced!#notmypresident”

    And she’s not the only dancer in the company who feels that way.

    An individual who worked for the Rockettes told TheWrap: “Forcing dozens of women to go and perform for this man is without a question going to be problematic.”

    The individual said the Rockettes usually have about 36 dancers, with 12 employed full time and the rest freelance. Those employed full-time would presumably be required to perform.

  74. Christmas always finds my inner Grinch and puts a headlock on him before he then tosses him out the window.

    I didn’t think our family qualified for Santa because we did not have a fireplace or chimney. My parents became his agents, and it made sense when my older brother showed me where my mother hid our presents.

    The holiday season? Reindeer, snowmen, latkes, holly. Cookies. Joy. Angels. The world festooned.

    Chris Carter’s “Midnight of the Century” ghost story with Darren McGavin for his show “Millennium.” Egg nog. Nutmeg. Cheap chocolate covered cherries (cordials). A ghost story. A whodunit and a box of chocolates under the tree. And art. And more joy. And missing those who once were and are now in past sense.

    So, a heap of reflection and sadness with the merry. But then, aiming for joy.

    Thanks for the camaraderie and the posts. What a delightful bunch you are.

  75. A fine day to go mucking about in a pond to get the pump and fountain working again.  A split hose between the pump and filter caused a lack of umpf to the column of water. A run over to the tropical plant store and a replacement section has been acquired.  The filter system is needed because of a Brittany dog which does not understand that unfiltered pond water makes her gurgle and squeak at midnight, and I have to put her outside so things gurgle and squeak in the great outdoors.

    Time off from the lunacy which is the psychopath causing world wide havoc and it still has not been sworn in.  I will take these three days to avoid news.  So simple things in life will suffice for filling my days.  A dog which does not make horrifying sounds at midnight is a start.  Followed by a testing of the wine or beer which is found around the place, just to make sure it has not gone bad.  Perhaps a playing of the pile of 78’s which have not been properly sorted.  Yes, I think it is possible to fill the time without resorting to watching the news.

  76. “Trump’s Doctor Hints Something Might Be VERY Wrong With Him”  so what’s new, Harold? we know that.

  77. and today’s hint is hardly exhibit #1… after you assume the position?

    the hill:

    President-elect Donald TrumpDonald Trump on Friday praised Vladimir Putin and shared a Christmas letter the Russian president sent him.

    “A very nice letter from Vladimir Putin; his thoughts are so correct,” Trump said in a statement. “I hope both sides are able to live up to these thoughts, and we do not have to travel an alternate path.”

    In the attached letter, Putin emphasized the importance of cooperation between the two countries.

    “I hope that after you assume the position of the President of the United States of America we will be able – by acting in a constructive and pragmatic manner – to take real steps to restore the framework of bilateral cooperation in different areas as well as bring our level of collaboration on the international scene to a qualitatively new level,” the Russian leader wrote.

  78. Trump says  There is no profit in human rights.   Vlad is my boy look how rich he is

  81. It’s despicable that anyone should be forced to perform for the fuhrer trump’s inauguration! His low has no bottom! Now he wants us to love Vlad and thinks that we should stock up on more nukes…Merry f*cking Christmas!

    Jamie: Hard to laugh at those cartoons now…too much reality!

    Pat: Nice to see a leader with enough integrity to know he’s too old to fulfill his duties properly.

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