Friday, December 23, 2011

A Christmas Story

About Neighbors
There was a man and his wife who had a tree planted in their yard. It was a young dogwood tree, and a gift from family members. They watered it diligently, but after much care it died 2 years later. The man of the house was planning to replace the tree, but had not gotten around to doing it.

treeThen one warm December day in 2011, the phone rang. It was the neighbors next door. He explained that he had noticed that the tree had died, and he had bought a new tree so that he could replace it. He called to make sure we didn’t mind, and he was going to plant it himself. He said he wanted it to be a Christmas present.

Now that couple with the dead dogwood tree is Grandmother and me. And the kind neighbors who have already replaced the tree are Kenneth and Helen. Now that’s what I call being good neighbors.

Kenneth & Helen have been our neighbors for about 45 years. It has been 35 years in this neighborhood and 10 years in another neighborhood. If there was a Neighbor of the Year Award, they should get it! That’s one of the kindest and nicest things anyone has ever done for us.

Tennessee Granddaddy Says:
Good Advice that I Need to Follow:
Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.

Quote of the Day
It is Christmas in the heart
that puts Christmas in the air.
~W.T. Ellis


Joke of the Day

The following is copyrighted (c) Harvey Ehrlich 1992.

Politically Correct Santa

'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?

His workers no longer would answer to "Elves",
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.

And labor conditions at the north pole
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.

And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.

So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!?

The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.

And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.

Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."

And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows:
Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose

And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.

So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.

And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.

Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.

Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.

Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.

Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific.

No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.

And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.

For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.

No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.

Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.

So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.

He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you've got to be careful with that word today.

His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.

Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.

A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere...even you.

So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."

The above poem is copyright (c) Harvey Ehrlich 1992.

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1 comment:

Ken & Helen said...

We read your blog (as we do every day), and while we appreciate the acknowledgement, we must beg to differ on one point. You see, our neighbors (Jim & Beverly) really deserve the Neighbors-of-the-Century Award! (Well, at least the nearly half-century award).