The Christmas Spirit

I have been watching the papers lately with more than a little disbelief and sorrow. The new trend around Cincinnati has been the stealing of the Baby Jesus from various prominent nativity scenes. The body count is up to three now. From what I have read, the statues have been antique and heirlooms. One little girl, upon hearing that the Baby Jesus had been stolen from a local display, offered hers. It had been passed down through her family for generations. Now hers is gone too.

I sincerely hope that this is merely a poor attempt at a prank, someones sick idea of a joke. What I suspect is that it is more of a political statement. The Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas debate has been hot and heavy in Cincinnati and I cannot help but think that the fringe elements have decided that they will take Christ out of Christmas anyway they can.

I walked to my truck this morning and got another dose of Christmas cheer.

The only souvenier that I got from my Disney trip last month was and inflatable Mickey mouse display. Actually, this was an early Christmas present from my two children. They tried to convince me to get something while I was in Orlando, but I told them, and meant it, that all I wanted were the memories of one of our happiest times. I got my wish after all. Someone has stolen the display from my front yard. At least they were kind enough to leave the extension cord.

What the also left me with were two heartbroken children who were so tickled to see the look on my face when I opened the box.

I will be taking down the rest of my decorations tonight. I don't give a damn if they have to use flashlights to find their way up and down my street. I will never trouble myself to light the way again.

I am going to try and make something positive out of this and re focus my thoughts on the real reason for the season. But this really hurts.

Peace