I was starting in on another story featuring fat-head celebrities who want to lord it over us… when the thought game to me, “Y’know what? I don’t care! Julia Roberts and George Clooney can go gargle with floor wax.”
It’s Christmas! The day that our salvation was achieved by the birth of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. This year we’ll be celebrating it without a Christmas tree: I’m not able to see to it. I’ll miss setting up the tree and trimming it–our tree lights came from Grandpa’s general store, circa 1930–but that the heck–the LORD has come! And just in time to save us, if you ask me. Time for Woke to walk the plank!
So… if I don’t write up any more nooze between now and after Christmas, I hope it’ll be because I’ve been kept busy posting hymns. Yours and mine both.