Normally Sneedlet stays at Casa Sneed on Saturday night. After the brunch at Daughter Sneed's house yesterday, he refused to come home with us. Then he demanded to go, later refused, then demanded and finally refused. I told his mom that I would drive around the subdivision because I figured he wasn't done deciding. Sure enough she called us when we were two blocks from their house to say he wanted to go. We went back and he got into the car, but before I could leave, he changed his mind again. We left without him. This actually worked out well, because we were free to go out to dinner with the lovely Mrs. Sneed's brother and sister and their spouses. It was nice to be with them because they are very nice people. The stars of the evening were the two lovely daughters of the lovely Mrs. Sneed's brother. The girls are ages 18 and 24. If you were able to order daughters to suit your every desire as a parent from some place called Every Parent's Dream Warehouse, you would get these two. Now in fairness, I don't live with them, so they may be have a flaw or two, but I sure don't see it. As Christmas approaches I am beginning to notice references to the real meaning of Christmas. Nothing takes the joy out of Christmas like some nay bob lecturing me about how I am going about it all wrong. I get the whole Christ-in-Christmas thing and why the deeply religious are concerned, but Christmas is a far more secular holiday in America than a religious one. If Christmas is a deeply religious holiday for you, that's great, but the reality of the situation is that for most people it isn't. However whatever your belief about Christmas is, there are values, family, giving and sharing, in the Christmas message that we share. That seems like something worth agreeing on. Christmas means different things to different people, so I would appreciate being left in peace to enjoy it in my way. In fact, we had Christmas, before there was a Christmas. People have always had significant celebrations around the winter solstice, time to look ahead to better times, time to share and to give thanks for what we have. Merle Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor