Saturday, December 13, 2014

Bill's Christmas Message


 


 This year I decided to forego the usual Pablum that I spew forth for the holidays and replace it with some honest, hard-hitting facts about the way things really are. And, just to make sure ‘ya get it, I added interpretations to what I wrote. ‘Ya got it?

But wait, before I get into it, I want ‘ya to know that if ‘ya didn’t get a Christmas card from me, it’s not that I wasn’t thinkin’ of ‘ya, cuz I was. I figger I should think about everbody I know at least once a year, and this is your time. (Interpretation): ‘Ya probably didn’t get a card ‘cause I was too cheap to buy one and send it to ‘ya. What is postage nowadays anyway, 15 or 20¢ a letter? Anyway, here are the facts of the matter.

Snow blankets the north woods as I write this and things seem to have returned to normal after a short fall and an early winter. I like it. (Interpretation): I still have leaves on the ground under the snow and several of my lawn and gardening projects that I didn’t get around to are now hidden.

This is a busy season for us as we scurry about getting our last minute holiday things done. (Interpretation): Like most years, I’ll probably wait ‘til the last minute to get my Christmas shopping done since I’d rather watch football.

Marjorie and I continue to enjoy our existing hobbies. (Interpretation): We are too lazy to learn new hobbies. Marjorie spends time sewing and quilting and we both enjoy dancing. As you may recall, we practice ballroom dancing and square dancing on a regular basis. (Interpretation): If we don’t keep doing it regularly, we forget the steps. Marjorie also continues her hobby of brewing beer and [here’s a new word I just learned] vinification – the production of wine starting with the selection of produce and ending with bottles of finished wine. I do my part in this process by drinking, just to show my appreciation of her efforts.

I am also enjoying the fruits of another hobby; the use of my firewood since I am deep into the wood-stove fire-burning season. I spent several months cutting, splitting, and stacking cords of firewood so I could enjoy it this winter. There is nothing better on a cold winter’s night than enjoying the warm glow of infrared energy as you sit by the fire in your long underwear. (Interpretation): It gets real cold here and firewood is a lot cheaper than propane.

That’s about all our news for this year. Oh wait, I forgot to say Mary Chrissmus to you and yours. We are hopin’ you’ens will enjoy the holidays in spite of hearing the cold, hard facts about us staying up here in the North Woods. When I was thinking about you, I guessed you wuz probably planning your get-away to some exotic place like Disney or the Islands. I’ve been thinking about our own get-away, maybe we’ll spend a few days in Detroit this winter - just to change things a bit,

Ho Ho Ho.