What Christmas Means To Me. Again.

It's Christmas Day in Canada. Where I live and where I'm going everything is covered with a blanket of fresh snow, as it should be in the Great White North.

And for me it's a day to give thanks for living in a country so peaceful and so beautiful.

A day to try to forget all the ugly Cons of the world, like Andrew Scheer or this depraved maniac.

People are proud to be saying Merry Christmas again. I am proud to have led the charge against the assault of our cherished and beautiful phrase. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) December 25, 2017

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, but then I realized I had said all I wanted to say.

So with a few little changes here we go again.

What Christmas Means to Me In The Time of Trump

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.