Good morning, Netizens…
Right on schedule, I rolled out of bed at 2:49 AM this morning, and peering between my crusty eyelids, what did I see but SNOW coming steadily down like a veil smothering the vacant eyes of the City. No, not that wussy, half-snow we had yesterday morning, that barely covered the rose bushes of summer and left a powder on the streets, but a heart-chilling steadily-falling accumulative snowfall. There is already a few inches on the ground, which promises that this morning’s commute should be yet another exercise in futility, brought to us by our kindly City Government.
Peering at the calendar as I pour a cup of something that seethes out of the cup at me as I prepare for the day’s labors, I also note it is ten days before Christmas, and once again, it is time to begin the annual events I observe during the ten day run-up to Christmas Eve. For the sake of those who haven’t endured my peculiar traditions of Christmas in the past, over the next ten days I will be writing at least one fictional tale about Christmas each day, in some cases re-posting stories I have written in the past. Then, on Midnight on Christmas Eve, I will post the Biblical story of Christmas taken from the Revised Standard Version Bible. As in past years, if others want to post different versions of The Story, such as King James Version, please send them to me in e-mail to Dave@kharma.net, I will post them as well with an attribution.
Then on Christmas Day, aside from A Word A Day, which runs automatically, I will simply spend time with my family and friends, for that is what Christmas is all about.
For each of you, however you observe it, for whatever it is to you and your own, may you enjoy a Merry Christmas.
Dave
spokelooneh on December 15 at 12:48 p.m.
Revised Standard Version Bible? Blasphemy.
“If it ain’t King James, it ain’t no Bible.”
Fuschia on December 15 at 12:55 p.m.
Why are Kings writing bibles? Didnt they understand the concept of separation of Church and State back then?
I think I might go dance naked around a pine tree, just as the druids planned the christmas holiday as its supposed to be or perhaps Festivus.
I want Dave to dress up as Santa and go to the secret breakfast place and hand out French Fries to all the posters.