Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas...In Spite Of Everything



I have no real pithy or brilliant comments this Christmas morning.

My family is together and healthy and in a warm and peaceful place.

For now, I am employed and able to provide their basic needs.

I could ask for nothing more.

I am thankful, but I wish my father was still around.

I miss him.

The Currier and Ives image above always reminds me of the Christmases of my youth and the care-free, home full of love he and Mom provided.

I hope that my wife and I have been able to provide the same to our children.

Merry Christmas.

7 comments:

  1. A merry and content Christmas to you and yours, Walter, thanks for sharing your brilliantly sarcastic humor this past year. :)

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  2. Merry Christmas, bro. I can relate to you; lost my mom 11 years ago. Made sure to call my old man this AM.

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  3. Several beers and a shot of straight Kentucky bourbon on the rocks. Feeling no pain. Merry Christmas, my fellow patriots!

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  4. Merry Christmas, er Walter. Yeah, I still read this column. Keeps me up with what is going on with you. Remember, I have your zero chair and it has been put inside for the winter. We will get it back to you sometime (before the 4th I hope) Keep the Faith!

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  5. The Currier and Ives image above always reminds me of the Christmases of my youth and the care-free, home full of love he and Mom provided.

    Indeed.

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  6. Just stumbled on to your site. I will be stopping back in.
    Happy Holidays!

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