I
am talking a break from this Rob Blog.
I
am nearing 500 posts and as a Yuletide Gift to me, I am giving it a rest.
This
Blog is one man’s mind.
One
man’s opinion.
Oh,
you are entitled to one too.
I
mean an opinion.
The
mind- I dare not judge on that.
A
new year is coming and we would all do well to be prepared because it’s
inevitable that shit is going to hit the fan and who the hell wants to be
covered in shit?
You
may well ask- how does a Humanist (read: Atheist) celebrate Christmas.
Same
as you.
I
just don’t take it seriously.
I
think the Christmas Story about the Stable is heart-warming but then, so is
apple cider.
Does
God take it personally?
No.
Why?
Because,
there is no God.
If
there was, why wouldn’t he save those kids shot by such as evil human?
Why
wouldn’t he smite that Soldier who killed all those women and now sits alone in
Kingston Pen.
Give
it your best shot God.
Smite
him.
Yoo-Hoo
God?
Hmmm.
He doesn’t seem to be there…
There
is no Superior Being looking after his flock.
I
am alone.
You
are alone.
We
are all alone.
The
only living being who takes stuff rather personally is another “Human Being” living
on this earth and to tell you the truth, I have had it up to here with others
judging me- both family and friends.
Religion
will be the death of all of us.
It’s
been the death of so many already.
Enough
of that.
It’s
the Holidays. I want to be jolly so I have written a poem.
I
stole some of the iambic pentametre from
Clement Moore.
It’s
a Holiday Poem.
Read
and enjoy and find peace and goodwill- enough to last you the whole year
through.
Happy
Holidays and a Merry Xmiss!
A
Holiday Poem
‘Twas
the nigh of a New Year,
And
all through the place-
We
sit and be jolly-
With
smiles on our face.
Baileys
is poured,
Served
with some ice,
Lovely
and yummy-
It
really is nice.
And
I in a red shirt and
He
in his sweater,
Just
lounging around-
Out
of the weather.
The
moon shone so bright-
But
not on the snow.
Today’s
winter weather,
It
just goes to show-
That
things are still changing,
On
left and on right.
We
smile with great gladness
This
night of all nights.
We
stare at the fireplace-
Its
flames dancing bright.
It
sparkles and cracks-
What
a Holiday sight!
We
cuddle in comfort-
We
hear not a clatter
From
family and friends
There’s
nothing the matter.
Remembering
the past
As
night stretches to dawn.
Now
fading- once vibrant,
Those
that have gone.
We
consider these lives
Both
happy and good,
It
tugs at our heart strings
You
expect that it would.
This
Holiday Season,
So
warm and so light
We
carry it forward
This
glad Christmas Night.