The holidays are inflicted upon us, once again, as the year draws to a close.

Mayhap guessed … not a fan of the annual spending traditions.

Food prices are up eleventy-million percent, gas is worse (if that is even possible), and average ‘Murricans are expected to repeat the debt cycle with exorbitant expenditures on meals, gas for out-of-area visits, and gifts for people for whom their birthdays it is not.

JESUS is the reason for the season, but folks these days would rather un-CHRIST Christmas.

btw/fwiw … the pilgrims killed off the natives with diseases from Europe, stole their food as they lay dying in the snow, then celebrated the theft with a feast.

Let us all bow our heads.

If I hadn’t bred then I’d be like Grinch, but year round.  But I did so I can’t but I would if I hadn’t.

Wish in one hand, poop in the other.  Guess which gets full first.

All of those above-referenced cheery thoughts aside, working on the spending plan for the holidays.

One good thing – this house doesn’t celebrate Christmas, per se.  We celebrate JESUS everyday … can I get a hallelujah … but we do recognize the gift of HIS birth and Life with Holy Spirit Month in December.

There’s a selfmade fable that goes with that — “The dragon and the Lamb” — that will be amongst these pages one day that encapsulates HIS sacrifice for the flock, both wayward and faithful.  More to come.  Maybe.  Hopefully.

But most importantly GOD tells us to “not learn the way of the heathen … for one cutteth a tree out of the forest … [and] deck it with silver and gold …”  {Jeremiah 10:3-4} 

Well doesn’t that sound familiar!  (Ponder.  Ponder!)  I wonder whatever could it be!

And in Holy Spirit Month, we use an altar.  Yes!  There’s more!

Anyhoo, gotta getta spending plan together for Half and theKid … let Half know just how much Half is appreciated, theKid too, for just being awesome, and tolerating me (heh).

Mentioned somewhere around these parts that Half doesn’t cook, so guess what?  Yeah, I do that too.  Traditional gender roles can kiss my entire left buttock and catch a deep whiff of the smell (heh).

Ho, ho, ho, and a gobble-gobble.  That word even looks like onomatopoeia.