Andrew Scheer and the Twelve Gays of Christmas

I wasn't planning to write about politics today. It's Christmas Eve, I've totally surrendered to the spirit of the season.

And with all the goodies that arrived from Scotland in the last few days, including TWO Christmas puddings (after my Mum thought the first one had got lost in the mail) my buddy and I have enough food in the house to feed ourselves, our friends, and the whole neighbourhood.

But despite that, and the big blue box under the tree with my name on it, I still can't help thinking about how different things would be if the Cons had won the election.

What Christmas Means To Me. Again.

It's Christmas Day in Canada. A day for me to give thanks for living in a country still so peaceful and so beautiful.

And a day when I rerun a post I wrote years ago to try to explain what Christmas means to me.

I was going to write something different this year, because so many things have changed, and the reasons I wrote that post have been lost in the passage of time.

But in the end I didn't.

So for one last time, here we go again...