Am I early for Christmas, or late? But that doesn’t matter, does it?
Three hours of scanning the day’s nooze, and I’m worn out. What a load of crap. I suppose I should be deliriously happy, watching the Democrat Party self-destruct; but it’s a sorry sight, no dancing in the streets.
This hymn came into my mind about an hour ago, and doesn’t want to leave.
“Christ is born” is still The News. We have every reason to rejoice in that.