In the 80’s when we had the west coast dock strike it was no big deal. The ship owners ordered their Captains to steam south to Mexico. They unloaded the goods on trucks and the trucks drove north to the US border and delivered their goods a little late but the Walmarts had a Merry Christmas. Do the same again, take the ships to Mexico or Canada and unload there, no problem.

To everyone who received a book from me for Christmas:
They're due back at the library on Friday. Thank You.

As a kid, I used to watch the Wizard of Oz and wonder how someone could talk if they didn't have a brain. Then I got social media.

Anyone else reached that age where you gain weight if you breathe?

Some call it multi-tasking. I call it doing something else while I try to remember what I was doing in the first place.

I've expanded my skills. I can now forget what I'm doing while I'm actually doing it.

They say we can have gatherings with up to eight people without issues. I don't even know eight people without issues.

Vegetarians live up to nine years longer than meat-eaters.
Nine horrible, worthless, baconless years ....

I still have a full deck, I just shuffle slower.

Secret Service Band - Christmas in July
https://rumble.com/v55qcta-secret-service-band-christmas-in-july.html

Bill Cobbs has died. I liked him in the Christmas movies. He played Tatyana Ali's dad in "Dear Secret Santa". It was a corny movie, but I always liked him. He lived a long life. Deepest condolences to his loved ones.
https://www.msn.com/en-us/movies/news/bill-cobbs-daytime-emmy-winning-actor-and-the-bodyguard-star-dies-at-90/ar-BB1oXot6?ocid=msedgntp&pc=LCTS&cvid=0983a87b34d24ced8b1cd93adaf9adb5&ei=10

THIS IS NOT MINE, IT IS COPIED AND PASTED
REFLECTION
"My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At full speed , without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.
When he arrived, unfortunately she was no longer with us.
During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.
That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death, and guesses as to how and where she would be.
My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.
Dad!" we replied, "it's 11 at night, we can't go to the cemetery right now!"
He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said:
"Don't argue with me, please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years."
There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery, we asked the night watchman for permission. With a flashlight we reached the tomb. My father caressed her, prayed and told his children, who watched the scene moved:
"It was 55 years... you know? No one can talk about true love if they have no idea what it's like to share life with a woman."
He paused and wiped his face. "She and I, we were together in that crisis. I changed jobs ..." he continued. "We packed up when we sold the house and moved out of town. We shared the joy of seeing our children finish their careers, we mourned the departure of loved ones side by side, we prayed together in the waiting room of some hospitals, we support each other in pain, we hug each Christmas, and we forgive our mistakes... Children, now it's gone, and I'm happy, do you know why?
Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through that, and I thank God. I love her so much that I wouldn't have liked her to suffer..."
When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I had tears streaming down our faces. We hugged him, and he comforted us, "It's okay, we can go home, it's been a good day."
That night I understood what true love is; It is far from romanticism, it does not have much to do with eroticism, or with sex, rather it is linked to work, to complement, to care and, above all, to the true love that two really committed people profess ".
Peace in your hearts.
🖊Unknown

I wonder how many of these were the ones hired from October through January, for the Christmas rush. I sell items and I had a light weight Cookie Jar, I paid $46.00 to SHIP UPS. The reason: "it's the season" And yes, they hike the rates during that time frame.

Visit the Museum

The Museum is free and open every day except Yom Kippur and Christmas Day. View the full schedule.
https://www.ushmm.org/

Squirt got the game of life for Christmas.. this is what they've done to it Globalist propaganda at it's best ugh!

My sister and I did this once at 4 am. But she was a master at wrapping, and rewrapped it all. No one ever knew what we did. I was fun!

https://abcnews.go.com/GMA/Family/parents-speak-after-toddler-opens-entire-familys-christmas/story?id=105937226

Thousands join Christmas Eve migrant caravan - the biggest in more than a year - as it treks through Mexico and towards the U.S. border just days before Blinken arrives in the capital to hammer out new agreement to stem surge

WE HAVE LOST OUR COUNTRY!

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-12898865/migrants-border-caravan-blinken-mexico-crossings-tapachula.html

Interesting article. I agree and disagree with Spurgeon on this topic, but Tom Ascol eloquently puts Spurgeon's position into words. Great read.
https://founders.org/articles/spurgeon-on-christmas-2/

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Since I wasn't on cre8aplace last Christmas (I don't know if it even existed), I thought I'd share one I wrote last year that I find particularly uplifting.

https://curetsky.substack.com/p/better-than-black-friday-or-cyber

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everybody!