I think I was about five, a long time ago now, when my older brother decided to terrorize me. It was just before Christmas, and though we were very poor in northeastern Florida, our parents (Santa Claus) had made sure we had a few presents under our little pine Christmas tree. That’s when my brother, Roger, decided he was going to scare the living daylights out of me. He said, “You’re gonna die one day.” I, of course, began to cry. I tried to argue with him, because I didn’t believe that for a minute, but he settled the argument quickly by telling me, “Go ask daddy!” I knew daddy knew everything, and he would tell me the truth. So, I did ask daddy, and he told me about Christ and why he came to the Earth. He also explained that Christ died so that we would live again. When he finished this delicate discussion with me, I was simply aghast and emotionally destroyed, because I knew that daddy had told me the truth. That new knowledge ruined Christmas for me, because I didn’t want to die and leave my mother and father, which brings me to the Christmas of 2016.
Over the past eight very long years, I have watched my world once again be destroyed by new knowledge about an evil force and ideology. My world, like most Americans, has been turned upside down inside and out. The fundamental “transformation” thrust upon ignorant denizens has done irreparable damage to my/our country. We have all stood by and watched the forces of evil undermine the principle provisions of our Constitution, and it has resulted in the devastation of America in epic proportions and our American way of life. Metaphorically, in earthquake magnitude, it surpasses by far the 9.5 record of the “great Chilean earthquake of 1960.” This is 2016, and on November 8th, Christmas came early this year. Yes, the optimism of President Ronald Wilson Reagan has returned to we forlorn souls through the indefatigable efforts of one Donald John Trump. We should give thanks to God first, and then President-elect Trump for his willingness to give up his life of luxury and successful business career to save our rudderless ship of state. For that, Mr. Trump, you have my undying thanks and gratitude for our exalted Christmas in America. God speed, my good man.
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Gloria D.
December 23, 2016 at 7:03 pmHi WVF! Love your post on “Christmas in America”. I really enjoyed the story about your father and how he told you as a little boy, gently, that we will all pass on some day. I have a sister, kind of like your brother, only that she is younger than myself, and to this day, can still be a pain in the buttocks. I also had a great brother who was still younger than me, but much closer in age. He was the best brother anyone could ask for. He was only 52 when he passed from random ALS. My family was devastated. We’d heard of the disease, but never really knew anything about it until he had it. It was so sad seeing my brother basically wither away before our eyes. I hope someday they can find a cure. Up to now, there really isn’t much. He died a little over two years ago, December 8th. My mother still cries, we all do at the mention of his name. My father is a bit more reserved with the tears, but it took a good part of him when my brother Lou passed. He was his only son. Enough about sadness..sounds like you had a very good childhood that was abundant in love. I definitely could relate to not having much growing up, as well, when it came to the green stuff that is, when I was younger, but I too, had plenty of love and that in itself, made our family feel like we had everything. Coming from a full blooded Italian family, we were all close. You can compare my family to that movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, lol. It’s pretty darn close to what I experienced growing up. They’re all in your face almost 99.9% of the time, everyone having an opinion and pretty loud at times, but in the end, I knew they all meant well and that they would always be there in a split second if I needed them. Anyways, you’re right WVF, Christmas is about Christ and His birth. We should be joyous and celebrate His love always. His birth in itself, was the greatest gift He could give us..He gave us life. That in itself, is the greatest gift! It’s what one does with their life afterwards that matters. We must respect what He has given us and live a good, clean life and never forget the Lord who also died for us. Some people forget that, and their lives are in such turmoil such as the sheeple who are against president elect Trump. If they do not change their ways, they will have a rude awakening one day. Let me just add, I’d hate to be them on their Judgement Day. Talk about hot..lol. Merry Christmas to you and all your family WVF. Stay safe and healthy. :^)