Today is Christmas Eve and I have a few things to do today

I have a couple of things to fix and I have to take care of a few things.

This is the first Christmas I have spent home in several years. I think that out of the past 20 Christmases I have spent about 16 of them at sea.

Truth is I hate sppending Christmas ashore and if I had my way I would be in some hellhole fire base in Afghanistan spending it with the troops. God knows they could use a little company.

Over the years I have intentionally kept Mrs. Pic out of this blog but there is something she has going for that deserves mentioning here. We both dispise the commercialism of what is supposed to be a religious holiday.

Mrs. Pic has been very good to me over the years regarding Christmas and while I suppose she doesn't understand me 100%, (Who does?) she has been pretty good about my moodiness over the holidays.

It was a couple of holiday seasons ago that Neighbor Bob sort of bailed me out with some quick thinking. Bob is a Catholic and a member of the Knights of Colombus. While the pair of us were out on the streets plotting mayhem of some sort, the local priest, Father Mike hove into view and Bob introduced me to him.

Father Mike said that he had seen me before and asked me if I was a mamber of the local Lutheran church.

"No, Father. I'm actually a dogtag Catholic," I replied and instantly realized that I had left him an opening for him to take the conversation somewhere I did't want to go.

"He gets his sermons in the field, Father," interrupted Bob, plugging the hole I had accidentally made.


I think I will end todays post by wishing good things to all.

For those of you with small children, enjoy the holidays.

For those of you that loved ones to spend the holiday with than please do so and enjoy the memories.

This post isn't dedicated to you, though.

This post is dedicated to those few that suffer Christmas depressions and spend the holiday season wanting to suck-start a shotgun.

I have suffered a lifetime of Christmas depressions, I feel for you. I have hated Christmas since I was about 17 years old. You are not alone. Take comfort in the fact that this, too shall pass.

In a week we ring in the New Year and the holidays will be over. A new year means a new beginning and you can go back to normal.

I'll leave you with a smile. Yesterday was Festivus and I am writing this post still wearing a yamulke that has 'Happy Festivus' embroidered on it. It was a gift from a Jew with a pretty good sense of humor.




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