It's That Time Of Year
I say Christmas, he says Hannukah. She says Eid, he says Diwali. At this time of year, we're all in serious need of cheering up. The weather's at its worst, the days are at their shortest. You can understand why early mankind spent most of the winter wondering if it would ever get warm again, and why in virtually every civilisation in the Northern hemisphere we humans elect to have some kind of blowout in the depths of winter to keep our spirits up.
This isn't a time to year to consider our differences. This isn't a time of year to argue perceived (non-existent) superiority over our fellow Earth-dwellers. This is a time to celebrate us all having pretty much the same idea at the same time.
So whatever your faith, creed or belief - the greetings and blessings of the season to one and all, and the sincerest hope that 2009 fulfils or betters all of our expectations and hopes.
This isn't a time to year to consider our differences. This isn't a time of year to argue perceived (non-existent) superiority over our fellow Earth-dwellers. This is a time to celebrate us all having pretty much the same idea at the same time.
So whatever your faith, creed or belief - the greetings and blessings of the season to one and all, and the sincerest hope that 2009 fulfils or betters all of our expectations and hopes.
Your Opinions and Comments
"Now that spring is in the air"
My mind is infested with cheese from the 1980s...
What would 1980s cheese be like? I've had cheese at the back of the fridge that's been a couple of months old and it's been ready to invade Poland. Twentysomething cheese would probably be capable of sentient thought...
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Sue
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