There are a few things we need to remember as the Christmas season revs up. Living through the season is the goal … not attending every event, not buying a present for everyone in our address book, not eating some of everything in the buffet line.
With two days to go until Christmas, I often wonder how the birth of Christ was celebrated with no one to welcome the Savior. No pundits, No nothing. Just the family the way it should be.
I still think having fans at sporting events is a good thing but I wonder what kind of restrictions would be placed on tickets for the birth of our Savior.
Would it be 25 percent capacity? Would you have to wear a mask? Would they keep it in the same small venue or would there “be room at the Inn?”
The U.S. Supreme Court refused to hear a lawsuit filed by Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton challenging the results of the presidential election.
President Donald Trump and 17 Republican attorneys generals had joined the lawsuit, which asked the Supreme Court to toss out the elections in Georgia, Michigan, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin. The lawsuit claimed the states “exploited the COVID-19 pandemic to justify ignoring federal and state election laws and unlawfully enacting last-minute changes, thus skewing the results of the 2020 General Election.”
Recent conversations--okay, maybe just banter--have me thinking heavily about grandmothers. Those who’ve had the nurturing of two are doubly blessed. (I knew just one, since the flu epidemic in the 1920s took one away several years prior to my birth.)
They constitute a special group, these grandmothers who answer to many names, some of which they’ve chosen to announce to grandchildren. In some cases, we old-timers respond to IDs slapped on us by kids and grands. They’re usually endearing names with special meanings.
Is anyone shopping for Christmas, yet? I guess they are, but I’m at a loss for what to get. Earlier in 2020 … before the pandemic became so permanent … I had some ideas for Christmas gifts. There were some really cute baby dolls on the internet. There were some technology items the older grandkids might like, and I’m pretty sure another Nerf-gun would be acceptable to the grandson.
Concession stands are an easy place to find this big fella during any sports season (well, except football where I’m usually rocking out in our fabulous press box).
I’ve been told I can always eat beforehand. I also have a couple of bucks in my wallet at halftime and like to help the kids out. I subscribe to the theory that if I can help a group of kids out when they need it, they’ll be more apt to do so when they get older.
I’m also told why can’t I eat at halftime. Hard to eat at halftime when you’re doing stats and then getting on the radio most nights.
Today marks a hidden holiday, as uncelebrated as it is unappreciated. It was 229 years ago [yesterday] that the United States ratified the Bill of Rights, ensuring unprecedented freedom for the people of an emerging nation.
Texas is ready to distribute 1.4 million doses as soon as the COVID-19 vaccine receives federal government approval.
The subject of footwear has hit me dead center in recent days. Following are details of unlikely happenings last week. Remembrances are hand-onthe-Bible truths to which I am sticking.
If you see me during the next few days, don’t be shocked. I look really good. That is I look really good if you don’t count the two big bruises on my chin which resemble a Fu Man Chu mustache. You see, I had some dental work done earlier, and the procedure required some “calf-roping” techniques which resulted in the bruises.
