Christmas Evening, An Attack On Christmas, Toys & Snow Cones, Longer Days Shorter Nights & UhOh, I Played My Drum For Him Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Of the years there’s been stories from the EastWing, There’s never been an occasion to tell a story on Christmas Day, so that’s kinda cool. No snow, but kinda cool.

This morning I got to thinking about how the concept of Christmas has changed just in my lifetime. The Christmas message hasn’t changed, the Christmas spirit’s not diminished in the masses of people in these United States. It’s those who propose to be the messengers of progress, messengers of change, who disrespect Christmas, Easter, and damn near anything remotely of a religious nature, they appear to me to be the most disingenuous of souls I’ve ever seen.

These same people who insist that prayers are not to be said in public schools, Christmas Trees are not placed on public property, these same folks have no problem filling their pockets with American currency inscribed with the words “In God We Trust” boldly stamped on the money.

I’m of the belief that those in our society who feel so strongly that the founding fathers of our society were wrong for including any reference to God in the creation of our nation, ‘let ’em put their words into action, and leave such despicable nation to forever flourish in a land matching your beliefs .

Renounce your American Citizenship, Give away all your American Money. Shake the dust from your sandals as you y exit these United States of America, never again to return. Go live in a land of your choosing where your beliefs on society better fit into the group of your choosing. It just makes since that you’ll be more happy there, than in this land of evil, this land of the United States of America, this land founded or religious principals, specifically Christian Religious Principals. No Jewish, not Hindu, not Confucius, not Muslim, but Christian Religious Principals that’s served this country since it’s conception..

I’m also sure that when you disrespect the established norm as determined by that dictatorial government of your new homeland, you’ll be soon be dead or imprisoned for the rest of your natural life time. And to think, all this bad stuff happened to ya ‘cause ya had a problem with a Christmas Tree on the Courthouse Lawn. UhOh.

That being said, I’m betting they’re staying right here amongst us. And that, boys and girls, is just a little tinny, tinny part of what makes this nation so great. Freedom to be stupid is guaranteed by the Constitution of The United States. Why I’d bet those who would desecrate Christmas, badmouth Easter, and pitch a bitchy fit about prayer in schools, I’d bet the secretly hope Santa Clause doesn’t hear about ‘em being so mean. ‘Cause even stupid people like toys.

Good thing it’s Christmas Evening, else I’d say some really bad stuff about those kinda folks who always want to bad mouth the “American Way”, even on Christmas. But ya gotta remember that God made some stupid people so the rest of us could get along. Now it’s said that one in five people are stupid, a very simple way to test this hypothecs is to just identify four of your close friends. Think about ‘em for a while. Now after some thought about your friends, and they seem normal, guess what! There’s five of ya, and you’ve already eliminated all your friends. Uh Oh!

Life without toys is like Snow Cones without flavors, days without sunshine, and peas without carrots. When you have to face the future, and Snow Cones without flavor, or peas without carrots, life’s hard, and life’s cold, when peas are without carrots . And so I love toys.

TOYS is an acronym for The Objects You Select. Now toys don’t have to be small. Or they don’t have to be big. But they just have to be just right. You must keep in mind that not all things that people think are toys are in fact toys. Toys are in the eye of the beholder., not in the eyes of the presenter.

An electric train can a small toy or an electric train can be a big toy, just ask the folks at the Hoosier Valley Railroad Museum ‘bout the little trains and the big trains, toys all, they’ve got ‘em both.

People are sometimes surprised to find out when they buy an expensive toy for a little girl or boy, the child has more fun with the box than the present. Much to the disappointment of the gift giver, the box becomes the toy. Yes the box becomes the toy. Like it or not, the big box becomes the toy. And we thought we knew what would make ‘em happy. Sometimes we don’t, when a big box is involved It was the box all the time that made ‘em happy. For many babies, boxes are toys.

The Objects You Select. Even when selected by the babies of the world, so never forget that when it comes to things to play with, boxes are also toys.

One of the really neat things about Christmas is the fact that we’ve passed the end point of the short days of the year, and from here until mid June, the days will forever get longer. A few days ago I had a feller, who’s work it is to be outside, ask me “when will the days ever start to get longer”? He didn’t know, he just didn’t know. When I told him the best way to remember was right after Christmas, the days start to get longer. He was glad, ‘cause outside work this time of the year is hard. When you’re self employed, and work outside, life is hard from October to April. It just is. Now if you’re looking for something to thank God for today, how about your inside job during the winter time.

Being a star gazer, guess I’m just tuned into that sorta stuff, but it surprised me to find someone who didn’t know that the days get longer after the start of winter in December. But saying the day after Christmas is so much easier to remember. It’s close enough. I put that little qualifier in there ‘cause some other stargazers visit the EastWing and any time I’m not exactly on the nose when it comes to “star gazer stuff” things like season change dates, proper names of star stuff, well sure as shooting, somebody will let me know how sloppy my writings are when it comes to “scientific specific data statements”. On such occasions like that I usually just send ‘em and email back and say “UhOh”

Remember last summer when the She got me the little boy and girl holding a jar with lighting bugs inside , and the lighting bugs being hooked up to the solar panel, and how I so hopped they’d show me lighting bugs at Christmas Time? Well guess what? LIGHTING BUGS AT CHRISTMAS TIME! SWEET! This Christmas Day brought bright sunshine from the first light of dawn to sundown, are rare thing to see on Christmas Day in northern Indiana. It happened today.

And so the little people, the keepers of the lighting bug jars, felt a whole day of full, warm sunshine of their little solar cell backs, as they sat out here on the new landscaped base of the flagpole, out there in the south gardens, just this side of the mail box along road 800 South. And so it was this late afternoon, by the time 5 O’clock came around so did the lighting bugs in the jars. A little bit of July came to the EastWing, just as I’d hoped, just as the winter time officially started to get ready to get cold. I love Lighting Bugs, even Solar Lighting Bugs, in those little jars, out there by the base of the flagpole.

I propose we as Americans put way too much importance on having a White Christmas. Thanks in no small part to Being Crosby for instilling into our culture the need for a White Christmas. I suggest we don’t need the world to be white, to have a Merry Christmas, ’cause I don’t think it snowed in Bethlehem, that night when a star guided shepherds to a manger.

Even though Being Crosby is most recognized for his recording of White Christmas, do ya know what was his only other major recording hit? it too was a Christmas song, one you may even remember on the back roads of your memory, when you think of such things Christmas.

May such pretty words and sounds once again flood your soul this Christmas Evening. As it seems with such little effort, you can, both hear the words in your mind, and in your heart, feel the drum.

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum

A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum

Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum

To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,

Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,

When we come.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum

I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum

I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum

That’s fit to give a King, pa rum pum pum pum,

Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum

Shall I play of you, pa rum pum pum pum,

On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum

The Ox and Lamb kept time, pr rum pum pum pum

I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum

I played my best for him, pa rum pum pum pum,

rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum

Me and my drum.

It didn’t snow as the drum played in Bethlehem that day. And as such, I, for one, don’t have a need for a White Christmas, ‘cause I’ve also felt the message of the drum.

Stay safe in Afghanistan.

From The EastWing, Christmas Evening, An Attack On Christmas, Toys & Snow Cones, Longer Days Shorter Nights & UhOh, I Played My Drum For Him Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum

I wish you well,

BobbyRay