I slogged into work and parked in a garage. As I tried to cross the street to my office building, there was one tiny little path cut through the plow drifts. As I climbed through I spotted a man shovelling and asked him if he had cut the path. he was ready for an argument, expecting me to say it wasn't wide or deep enough. I said "Bless you. Merry Christmas" and he grinned. Merry Christmas all.
Mary Sunshine


The endorphins from all the shovelling have kicked in. It is only temporary.

Maine Dog - tell your grandson that he should sing long and loud. Singing itself is a blessing. Then hug him and explain that his little friend is mistaken. People all over the world sing to god in a thousand different languages and in a million different ways. It is always right and good.
Auntie SINS