T’was the Month Before Christmas
by
Jerry J. Brown
The air is crisp. The days are short. Snowfall is sporadic. Blinking lights and plastic Santas seem to magically emerge, light up and stoically await the New Years day and back-in-the-box time. Retail prices set discount records and bell-ringers seem to suffer from severe tennis elbows.
Vacant-eyed shoppers shuffle through malls like mesmerized mice. “Politically correct” holiday singers twitch in unison when the carol’s lyrics include the word “Christmas,” and the season is suddenly metamorphosed from “peace-on-earth” to “my 401K is now, 201Z.
Economic miseries notwithstanding, the radiant spirit of Christmas imbues a profound sense of hope, cultural purpose and commitment among all of us. For over 200 years, the indomitable essence and spirit of our American culture has prevailed. IT SHALL AGAIN.
by
Jerry J. Brown
The air is crisp. The days are short. Snowfall is sporadic. Blinking lights and plastic Santas seem to magically emerge, light up and stoically await the New Years day and back-in-the-box time. Retail prices set discount records and bell-ringers seem to suffer from severe tennis elbows.
Vacant-eyed shoppers shuffle through malls like mesmerized mice. “Politically correct” holiday singers twitch in unison when the carol’s lyrics include the word “Christmas,” and the season is suddenly metamorphosed from “peace-on-earth” to “my 401K is now, 201Z.
Economic miseries notwithstanding, the radiant spirit of Christmas imbues a profound sense of hope, cultural purpose and commitment among all of us. For over 200 years, the indomitable essence and spirit of our American culture has prevailed. IT SHALL AGAIN.
Thank You, Jerry, for your continued-positive contributions to Funerl Service and the MN Funeral Directors Ass'n. Sincerely, Alan Clothier
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