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loose nut
12-26-2014, 08:43 PM
I have had a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit for many years now. Not a Christian but I do believe he existed, maybe the worlds first hippie preaching love etc but I don't believe in the supernatural. My family is mostly dead and gone now and what is left doesn't get together much anymore even at this time of year. What I see is a world where Christmas has become all about greed and want instead of people showing kindness and tolerance.

We have a variety store in our small town, only 3000 people, that is owned by a Korean couple. Very nice people. My wife spends weeks cooking goodies that she sends to friends and the kids/grand kids so I suggested that she should give some to these people because they are nice to our grand kids throughout the year. When we dropped them off, on Christmas eve, the lady all most came to tears, I suppose working in a variety store you are basically invisible to most people and she really appreciated the gesture. For the first time in a long time I actually felt something akin to the Christmas spirit.

Fortunately when I walked out side and back into reality my heart shriveled up to the size of a walnut and I'm back to normal now.

Old Hat
12-26-2014, 09:00 PM
Neat story!
Stay'n away from religion hasn't hurt me any.
As for God and "supernatural".... I've lost track of how many times
I've been in dire st8s and had some total stranger turn up in a nick of time
with a life preserver........ also other end arround, at least as many times.

I'm wandering thru life, minding my own bizz, and turn up with a life preserver
for a stranger &/family that I had no Idea I was heading toward.

He's there, I have no douts and no fear.

flylo
12-26-2014, 09:05 PM
Loose Nut, I am a Cristian & feel exactly as you do. The world has turned it into nothing but another way to make money. This year seem worse than ever. My sons are grown & I have a 2 year old granson which I put his wagon together today. Christmas has nothing to do with Christ in todays world at leat the one I see.

tc429
12-26-2014, 09:31 PM
Neat story!

.... I've lost track of how many times
I've been in dire st8s and had some total stranger turn up in a nick of time
with a life preserver........ also other end arround, at least as many times.

I'm wandering thru life, minding my own bizz, and turn up with a life preserver
for a stranger &/family that I had no Idea I was heading toward.

He's there, I have no douts and no fear.

amen to that, glad to have been able to help out a few folks over the years- but got a lot of help too from strangers...son born with heart defect and 'terminal' lung disease- he outgrew, wife had cancer at 27, started chemo day of boys first/second birthday party... 8 yrs later, newest son was 7 months old, she had a heart attack/double bypass at 35...many times strangers popped up from nowhere, sometimes we were able to reciprocate to help other strangers- its a great feeling, too coincidental to believe there wasnt some divine intervention there.

I bet that lady wasnt just happy for what a stranger did, but bet she was in the middle of one of lifes rollercoaster struggles and the little gift of someone caring flipped a badly needed switch... sometimes a random act of kindness can be a real lifesaver

A.K. Boomer
12-26-2014, 09:56 PM
We don't exchange gifts --- just silly to me, not a one - did not get one - did not give one,,, the only thing I really did for X-mas is get my Mom a card like I do every year...

also not into the whole religious thing because to me that's also loaded up with a bunch of bull#$@!

Do a good deed because its a good thing to do,,, does not matter if your an atheist or devote whatever --- although one could argue that the atheists act is the only one that could be considered absolute genuine due to not trying to set themselves up for any rewards later or whatever --- just sayin, and no - no affiliation here cuz im agnostic :)

DATo
12-27-2014, 05:01 AM
In addition to my interest in machine shop I also write short stories. The following was submitted for peer review only to other authors and generated some appreciative comments. A true story which took place shortly before Christmas.

An Unexpected Christmas Present

I must beg your patience as I tell this story for it cannot be told simply. It is a Christmas story which begins over a half-century ago and through an epiphany I experienced only yesterday, an epiphany which struck me with such clarity, suddenness and power that it brought instant tears to my eyes, has moved me to believe that the story has perhaps finally come full circle to a merciful conclusion.

I am the youngest of my siblings and when I was little more than an infant my oldest brother was serving in Korea during the Korean War. He had been severely injured in battle but made it back home alive. When I was a child little boys no longer played "cowboys and Indians", as my brother did in his childhood, for in our not so distant past the enemy had been Nazis and Japanese, so naturally we pretended to be army men in our play. Oh how we shot at each other with our toy guns and fell dramatically to our deaths only to be resurrected soon after to continue our bloodless inventions of war and chaos till we were too exhausted to continue. Now, I had it within my grasp to be the envy of my playmates for I had a real war hero for a brother who had actually been shot with a real bullet but I was under strict orders from my mother to never broach the subject of war with my brother. There is something in a mother's words and demeanor, which I'm sure every child has experienced, when the child knows that this particular command is not to be ignored. So throughout my childhood I never once broached the subject of war and my brother's experiences in Korea. I was to learn later that the injuries my brother sustained to his body paled in significance to the injuries he sustained to his psyche and his heart.

We are not a "drinking" family but one Christmas eve when I was an adult the family was gathered and my sister decided to make highballs and other mixed drinks. My brother and I found ourselves alone in one room sipping on our drinks when to my utter amazement he began to voluntarily tell me of his experiences in the war. Anything I may have imagined of his experiences was dwarfed by the reality. I sat open-mouthed listening to tales which literally gave me goosebumps. But the one story which affected me the most was of the time his unit was surrounded by enemy on Christmas eve night - this very night long ago - when they were pinned down with no avenue of escape.

"I was thinking of our family back home. I knew you were all together as we are tonight. I also knew you were thinking of me though you had no idea of the danger I was in. I also knew, and with absolute certainty on that Christmas eve night, that I would not live to see Christmas day."

And so, for the first time in my life I was made aware of the significance of Christmas eve to my brother. Somehow they had managed to escape but he would never escape the memory of that night. Nor would he ever escape the distress that the other memories - stories so harrowing, gut-wrenching and mind-blowing that I would be reluctant to post them here - memories which followed him in his footsteps for the rest of his life. That LOOK ... that familiar look of tension, and anger, of fear and desperation was forever fixed on his face.

Yesterday I, and several family members visited him at the veteran's nursing facility where he now resides. He is now 84 years old and suffers to a certain extent from dementia. The facility is an exceptionally fine one and every former serviceman and woman is treated with the utmost care and respect. While we were there a local big band performed which was very good. Christmas carols and classic old songs were the main fare.

My brother had us in stitches as he bounced up an down in his wheelchair, waving his arms madly, and grinning broadly as he imagined himself conducting the band. The LOOK, for the first time in my experience, was gone from his face. Dementia, like a comforting angel, had finally brought him the peace which eluded him all his life. This realization struck me like a thunderbolt. I was seeing my brother and interacting with him for the first time as he would have been had there been no war. Yesterday was an early Christmas present bestowed by Providence, I was given my true brother. It was the greatest Christmas present of my life.

PixMan
12-27-2014, 07:49 AM
DATo,

Great....very touching story and thank you so much for sharing it.

If ever we needed a "Like" button here....

I hope his remaining time is as peaceful and free of the encumbrances of the lifetime of struggles as it was for him yesterday.

Baz
12-27-2014, 09:37 AM
On our village website I saw a request for an anual donation of just 10 to help the church along. So I started going along to services regularly to contribute as it would be a pity to lose the anchor of our 1400 year old community. Though there are only a dozen regulars it has proved a great launching point to be involved in village activities. The son of the vicar from my childhood turned out to be a major steam fan and now vicar in a nearby parish. One occasional visitor turned out to be an enthusiastic aeromodeller who introduced me to his father - a retired car restorer and ace sheet worker who in turn put me in contact with someone in the next door village who is restoring a 1907 DeDion. I've also met a major worldwide supplier of harpsicord parts and a bunch of other wood and metal working hobbyists.
You don't actually have to be religious to go to church. So why not give it a go. If you are a bit nervous go to one of the 'bigger' events like carols, remembrance service or harvest festival where you can feel less conspicuous. Also see if there is a 'mens group' which can turn out to be a bit like a 'mens shed' in a community that is to small for a regular mens shed.

Davidhcnc
12-27-2014, 10:26 AM
Good man Loose Nut.
I say this to you and to myself... " Now go and do it again"

sasquatch
12-27-2014, 01:48 PM
Great stories and good deeds everyone. Nice to read/hear in such a messed up world.
No, i don't go to church either, haven't for decades, i spend my sundays helping my son and grandson at drag racing.

flylo
12-27-2014, 02:30 PM
Here's how Christmas should be.

A Christmas Story
Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who
squandered their means and then never had enough for the
necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his
heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I
learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving,
not from receiving.
It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling
like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been
enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas.
We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just
figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the
Bible.
After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in
front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old
Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest,
I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't
get the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside.
I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the
chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy
wallowing in self-pity.
Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there
was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up
good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only
wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me
out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see.
We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything
else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this.
But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet
when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my
boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a
mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house.
Something was up, but I didn't know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the
house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled.
Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short,
quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled
unless we were going to haul a big load.
Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly
climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me.
I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the
house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I
followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said.
"Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job
than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but
whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with
the high sideboards on.
After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed
and came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent all
summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing
into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said
something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" You been by
the
Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about
two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so
before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight.
Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "Why?" "I
rode
by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around
in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of
wood, Matt."
That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the
woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We
loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses
would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our
loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big
ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to
put them in the sled and wait.
When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right
shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand.
"What's in the little sack?" I asked. "Shoes. They're out of
shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his
feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the
children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas
without a little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence.
I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much
by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile,
though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs
that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could
use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but
I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes
and candy?
Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer
neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern. We came
in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood
as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and
shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a
timid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son,
Matt. Could we come in for a bit?"
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket
wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in
another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very
small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen
fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp. "We brought you
a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I
put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had
the shoes in it.
She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a
time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the
children---sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I
watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from
trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running
down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say
something, but it wouldn't come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to
me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's
get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the
same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a
big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there
were tears in my eyes too.
In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the
fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running
down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she
couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd
never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas
many times before, but never when it had made so much difference.
I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared.
The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy
and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't
crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us.
"God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you.
The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his
angels to spare us."
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears
welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those
exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could
see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man
than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all
the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many
others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left.
I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known
what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand
for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood
up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave
them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go.
I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I
still had mine.
At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs.
wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas
dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us
can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey
for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll
be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here,
hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest.
My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.
Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles.
I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain
that He will."
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I
didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned
to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma
and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all
year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have
quite enough.
Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back
came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real
excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I
started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way
I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet
wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do.
Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those
children. I hope you understand."
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again.
I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it.
Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had
given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's
face and the radiant smiles of her three children.
For the rest of my life, Whenever I saw any of the Jensen's, or
split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought
back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night.
Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given
me the best Christmas of my life.

~by Rian B. Anderson~

loose nut
12-27-2014, 07:15 PM
Good man Loose Nut.
I say this to you and to myself... " Now go and do it again"

Nope, Christmas is over and a happy Ba Humbug to all.

A.K. Boomer
12-27-2014, 07:47 PM
Not only was i quarantined but one of my bro's lost his dog of 17 years this X-mas... you can have it. i'll stick with good old trouble free thanksgiving myself... christmas sucks...

boslab
12-27-2014, 08:04 PM
That's what I'm on about, taking Christmas back for family, there's where it matters, not Walmart or Tesco, Christmas belongs in homes, not shops
Mark

Arthur.Marks
12-27-2014, 09:40 PM
flylo,
That is so alien today. In a way, it shows how far we've progressed substantively. In other ways, it shows how much we've lost. I'd be happy to have a person I could make a true difference to. It makes me sad. In a way, I miss living amongst utter poverty, as I did in years past. Now the holidays seem a useless contrivance. I only wish I could make a difference other than a check to the helpful agency far, far away. I'm sure it makes a difference, but it doesn't feel as much. IOW, screw this monetary disparity, isolating economy. :( It's inhumane--for the both of us.

flylo
12-27-2014, 10:18 PM
I've said for years keep Christmas for Christ then buy & exchange gifts for new year but no one listens. I just stay away from stores, partys & spend more time with family & only give gifts to kids. But's that just me. We only spent about $100 per kid when they were young but one year Rotary had a match to build houses in India so we bought 2 houses for $600 and if you give thru Rotary almost all gets to the project.

Old Hat
12-27-2014, 10:48 PM
365 days one can get up and not look at a calender and they're all the same.
What I've seen complicate more occasions than anything else is {expectations}.

At Christmas more than any other time, I've seen the worst rows (family squabbles).
Including a few at my address over the decades. Unreasonable &/or selfish
&/or divisive expectations, not set at most other times of the year.

But I don't blame it on God. I don't blame it on Jesus. I spose the economics
has to be considered in the mix. But basicly isn't it human cultural tendency
to turn something into an institution, or a tradition, and try and make it keep working
when it's purpose or time has passed?

I tend to avoid forming traditions, but it puts me at odds with some family members
and even some friends. I've even been punished till spring in a few shops in my
decades for not attending the company Christmas Ado.

flylo
12-28-2014, 01:29 AM
I really hate all holidays. The calander doesn't rule my life & I'm not paying 4 times the price for flowers for my wife because of some stupid day on the calander.

Puckdropper
12-28-2014, 01:30 AM
Hey folks...

Just wanted to say thanks for helping me with my Christmas gifts this year. I went through the humor thread here and selected my favorite jokes, then printed them out to give to the people I was giving Christmas gifts to. Everyone enjoyed their gifts thoroughly, the universal gift cards I included were almost an afterthought.

Puckdropper

malbenbut
12-28-2014, 05:38 AM
When I was a child during WW2 Christmas started on the eighteenth of December and finished on new years day, it now starts in October thanks to retailers wanting to sell their merchandise rather than any religious beliefs. I think that is why my generation are sick to death of Christmas its now lasts a quarter of the year.

PS Easter eggs are now in the shops, another religious festival being hijacked by the money making gurus

MBB

PStechPaul
12-28-2014, 11:23 AM
According to the JW (http://jw.org), neither Christmas nor Easter were celebrated by the early Christians, and the only regular seasonal service is the remembrance of the Last Supper. Neither do they celebrate birthdays, or other holidays, as they involve "worldly" events. Christmas was made a religious holiday by Constantine, to coincide with the Pagan Solstice observation, and Easter has similar Pagan origins, particularly the symbols of eggs and bunnies as a celebration of fertility in the Spring. However, after about a year of occasional bible study and discussion, I remain a skeptic and agnostic.

Nevertheless, I have found that the JW are the closest to what I believe the original Christians were taught to be, and they certainly walk th walk as well as talk the talk. I have been impressed with their generosity, caring, and honesty, and they abide by the true "Christmas spirit" every day of the year. I, too, attempt to do so. The stories presented above also show how one may express the true meaning in their selfless actions to benefit others less fortunate.

What do I want for Christmas? Merely, "Peace on Earth, and Good Will to All". So far, Santa has not come through on that wish, but what can you expect, considering the anagram of his name.. :rolleyes:

dp
12-28-2014, 04:47 PM
The Christmas spirit is going to take another hit. No more lights and lighted lawn ornaments. If you can see it from space expect a call :)

http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2014/dec/24/ernest-istook-federal-regulators-say-bah-humbug-ch/#ixzz3NDoVRdcU

flylo
12-28-2014, 05:21 PM
PSTechPaul, It's just history plain & simple. Many pagon & other holidays were merged with Christian ones.

oil mac
12-28-2014, 05:22 PM
I suppose I am biased, being a Christian, and I like the simple things at Christmas, that one cannot put a cost on By that I mean the family getting together and the house filled with the presence of people I love It is better to give than to receive, Today was a wake up call for me as to the insidious tentacles of the multi national corporations , I went up to our large supermart, and upon speaking to the "Check out Chick" for a few moments, she told me the takings for an average day, followed by the takings for the Christmas period, It was mind numbing.
The biblical story of Jesus has been hijacked big time by the electronic cash register Over here in the U.K, we had the totally disgusting machinations of big business in which a large distribution firm sent all their workforce notice by text that they were paid off on Christmas day, (This includes some of my fellow townspeople) Maybe I am missing something but the managing director of that concern gave a huge monetary gift to his preferred political party a couple of years ago , & recently joined another more right wing concern
Fairly puts the three wise men with their gifts of Gold ,Frankincense , and Myrrh to our Lord as a child in the shade!

It is a strange paradox that at Christmas time When the world should experience a lovely peace coming down to earth, frequently we are struck by disaster, I am eluding to last weeks terrible lorry crash in Glasgow which left six dead & possibly the same number seriously injured All being folk going about collecting their Christmas shopping, Also the loss of the Indonesian airliner yesterday

We should also remember the ghastly fate of the persecuted & murdered folks & also their enslaved young women of the same lesser ethnic groups in Syria & Iraq by Isis Not a good Christmas outlook for these souls

Guys be kind to one another at this time
Peace.

loose nut
12-28-2014, 06:35 PM
Christmas was made a religious holiday by Constantine, to coincide with the Pagan Solstice observation,

Merry Saturnalia and a Happy New Year!!!

Baz
12-28-2014, 07:57 PM
a large distribution firm sent all their workforce notice by text that they were paid off on Christmas day.

I was chopped last year but got a reprieve 3 days before Christmas after 2 months in limbo. Does that count as a present or a mean time of year to hang it over you? It's linked to the financial year for an American parent company. Of course quite a few friends did not survive, and some more went this year, but the party still went on (hire car, drive 100 miles, overpriced meal in big venue, night in the Hilton, for each of 350 people).

I'd prefer the holiday part of it all to be in the summer. As a child in Africa we went to the beach on the day - guess I should have learnt a lesson and moved south.

vincemulhollon
12-29-2014, 09:20 AM
Christmas has nothing to do with Christ in todays world at leat the one I see.

I agree with you completely, although its not all bad, in the sense that you don't have to be a Druid to enjoy Arbor Day, or an earthling to enjoy Earth Day, or Abraham Lincoln to enjoy presidents day, so the day can still be some fun even if the holiday no longer has nothing to do with religion.

What the world really needs is a machinists holiday. Not Labor Day or Father's Day. Perhaps there is an official Catholic saint of metalworkers that I'm unaware of.

oil mac
12-29-2014, 09:34 AM
I agree with you completely, although its not all bad, in the sense that you don't have to be a Druid to enjoy Arbor Day, or an earthling to enjoy Earth Day, or Abraham Lincoln to enjoy presidents day, so the day can still be some fun even if the holiday no longer has nothing to do with religion.

What the world really needs is a machinists holiday. Not Labor Day or Father's Day. Perhaps there is an official Catholic saint of metalworkers that I'm unaware of.

Yes Vince,

St Barbara should fit the bill, She is the patron saint of Iron & Brass founders & miners, And strange to say for a saint, Patron Saint of artillerymen, Where I once lived for a spell which was a mining district, the local Roman Catholic Church was St Barbara's Guess one could diligently enquire if turners & fitters could be added to her list ?

Old Hat
12-29-2014, 09:34 AM
what the world really needs is a machinists holiday. Not labor day or father's day. Perhaps there is an official catholic saint of metalworkers that i'm unaware of.

. . . +1 . . . :) ;)

oil mac
12-29-2014, 09:35 AM
I agree with you completely, although its not all bad, in the sense that you don't have to be a Druid to enjoy Arbor Day, or an earthling to enjoy Earth Day, or Abraham Lincoln to enjoy presidents day, so the day can still be some fun even if the holiday no longer has nothing to do with religion.

What the world really needs is a machinists holiday. Not Labor Day or Father's Day. Perhaps there is an official Catholic saint of metalworkers that I'm unaware of.

Yes Vince,

St Barbara should fit the bill, She is the patron saint of Iron & Brass founders & miners, And strange to say for a saint, Patron Saint of artillerymen, Where I once lived for a spell which was a mining district, the local Roman Catholic Church was St Barbara's Guess one could diligently enquire if turners & fitters could be added to her list ?

bborr01
12-29-2014, 11:00 AM
I haven't done it in a few years but if you want to see the Christmas spirit at work go to a shopping center/mall in the last week before Christmas and watch the people jockey for parking spaces close to the door. Some of the most obnoxious behavior that you will see all year long.

Brian

loose nut
12-29-2014, 06:51 PM
A good reason to let the world succumb to the Muslim threat, they don't let their women drive. I was almost hit by two women drivers in less then 2 minutes because they weren't paying attention to the driveing part of Christmas shopping.

flylo
12-29-2014, 07:25 PM
A few years ago a women rolled her car in a 25 mph zone putting on makeup:confused:

Willy
12-29-2014, 07:38 PM
I haven't done it in a few years but if you want to see the Christmas spirit at work go to a shopping center/mall in the last week before Christmas and watch the people jockey for parking spaces close to the door. Some of the most obnoxious behavior that you will see all year long.

Brian

Ain't that the truth, LOL.
Ironic isn't it, they won't spend the five minutes walking across the parking lot, and they'll fight tooth and nail for that ideal close-to-the-door parking spot, but once inside they don't mind spending the next five hours on their feet.:confused:

loose nut
12-30-2014, 10:44 AM
A machinist holiday.

How about changing the pagan Saturnalia to Swarfenalia. Most of us probably qualify as pagans anyway. If your good all year you would get something like a jug of way lube under the tree (decorated with long curly swarf and polished nuts and bolts naturally) and a chunk of Unmachinableium in your stocking if your bad.

BigBoy1
12-30-2014, 03:41 PM
A Christmas Story

Several years ago, I was visiting my sister at Christmas time and she was going to take her children ice skating. While I watched and waited for the nieces and nephews to finish skating, I noticed a lady trying to get her daughter to stop skating and come off the rink. The girl was screaming and fighting with her mother as she tried to get her off the rink and remove her skates. At the time I had a head of full white hair, a full white beard and being rather rotund, I approached the lady and asked the name of the screaming child. She said her name was Mary. I took my notebook from my pocket and pretend to write her name. I then told the lady that, "I was going to call my brother at the North Pole tonight and have Mary put on the 'bad girl' list." With that, the child became totally silent and stopped fighting with her mother. The mother successfully removed the skates and got her dressed to leave. I watched and the mother was still beaming as she left with the totally docile child. When I returned home and told my wife about the incident, she stated that I probably will cause that child to have 20 years of therapy!

flylo
12-30-2014, 05:58 PM
A machinist holiday.

How about changing the pagan Saturnalia to Swarfenalia. Most of us probably qualify as pagans anyway. If your good all year you would get something like a jug of way lube under the tree (decorated with long curly swarf and polished nuts and bolts naturally) and a chunk of Unmachinableium in your stocking if your bad.

Festavis, wasn't that Arthurs holiday on Seinfeld?

oldtiffie
12-30-2014, 06:51 PM
I read in the news here that many who get a gift in good faith (Christmas or any time really) immediately eBay it or "re-gift" it on to others at no real cost to them.

My wife and I just let it all pass us by.

PStechPaul
12-30-2014, 07:09 PM
The problem may be that most gifts are not really what the recipient wants or needs. My aunt said that she would rather just give money - the size may not be what was hoped for, but the color is always right... ;)

A.K. Boomer
12-30-2014, 07:26 PM
Festavis, wasn't that Arthurs holiday on Seinfeld?

LOL just seen that episode - high as a kite too...

That show is still fun to watch - they were on top of their game, all of them - writers, actors, whoever had a hand in it...

DATo
12-31-2014, 04:22 AM
A Christmas Story

Several years ago, I was visiting my sister at Christmas time and she was going to take her children ice skating. While I watched and waited for the nieces and nephews to finish skating, I noticed a lady trying to get her daughter to stop skating and come off the rink. The girl was screaming and fighting with her mother as she tried to get her off the rink and remove her skates. At the time I had a head of full white hair, a full white beard and being rather rotund, I approached the lady and asked the name of the screaming child. She said her name was Mary. I took my notebook from my pocket and pretend to write her name. I then told the lady that, "I was going to call my brother at the North Pole tonight and have Mary put on the 'bad girl' list." With that, the child became totally silent and stopped fighting with her mother. The mother successfully removed the skates and got her dressed to leave. I watched and the mother was still beaming as she left with the totally docile child. When I returned home and told my wife about the incident, she stated that I probably will cause that child to have 20 years of therapy!

*LOL* ..... Loved it BigBoy1 Thanks for posting.

Toolguy
12-31-2014, 10:38 AM
I believe in making the holidays whatever YOU want them to be. It's easy to become cynical by watching what the retailers want it to be and watching all the people that buy into the materialistic feverish money spending. We can't control what they do, but we can make our own sphere of influence what we want it to be like and let the rest of the world do whatever it wants to. I prefer to hold on to the values that I grew up with where friends and family were the main focus with a small gift here and there. To each his own.:)