It has to be one of the most bizarre Christmas cards a president-elect has ever sent the American people. But it does tell you a lot about Donald Trump.
No sense of the occasion or the true meaning of Christmas. No family, not even Ivanka.
Just HIMSELF, with his tiny fingers curled into a fist. Alone with his delusions of grandeur.
While the Republicans scrambled to deny they were comparing him to Jesus.
It's Christmas Day in Canada, and now that the shopping frenzy is over, and with snow on the ground in the place where I live, the country has never seemed so peaceful and so beautiful.
But this year even those colourful lights can't blot out the darkness threatening to envelop us.
The darkness of those who would appeal to the worst angels of our nature.
And of course the darkness of Trump.
It's been seven months since the wildfire they called "The Beast" came roaring out of the woods and threatened to consume Fort McMurray.
It was Canada's biggest story of the year, and the costliest disaster in Canadian history.
And who can forget what a hellish beast it was?
Well now that it's starting to look a lot like Christmas, even in Ottawa.
And now that the party leaders have sent out their seasonal greetings.
And Rona Ambroses' card sent shivers down my spine...
I thought I'd take a break from the grim world of politics, and the horror of Harper and Trump.
And get into the spirit of the holiday season.
