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Ray’s Daily

December 23, 2019


What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future.

Agnes M. Pahro


The time has gotten away from me, this is the first year we have not sent any Holiday cards. That does not mean I don’t appreciate both my old and my new friends. In fact it is the people I spend my days coupled with assisting my wife that fills my days.

I do wish you all the happiness for the season and beyond. We will be very busy the next two days celebrating with friends and family. In fact I will close down the daily until Thursday the 26 of December.

I wish I had written the following poem for it reflects how I feel towards my many friends and especially my wonderful family.

A Friend’s Greeting

By Edgar Guest

 I’d like to be the sort of friend

     that you have been to me;

I’d like to be the help that you’ve been

     always glad to be;

I’d like to mean as much to you

     each minute of the day

As you have meant, old friend of mine,

     to me along the way.


I’d like to do the big things

     and the splendid things for you,

To brush the gray out of your skies

     and leave them only blue;

I’d like to say the kindly things

     that I so oft have heard,

And feel that I could rouse your soul

     the way that mine you’ve stirred.


I’d like to give back the joy

     that you have given me,

Yet that were wishing you a need

     I hope will never be;

I’d like to make you feel

     as rich as I, who travel on

Undaunted in the darkest hours

     with you to lean upon.


I’m wishing at this Christmas time

     that I could but repay

A portion of the gladness

     that you’ve strewn along the way;

And could I have one wish this year,

     this only would it be:

I’d like to be the sort of friend

     that you have been to me.


Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand.

Dr. Seuss


Stan and John are walking to school one day and Stan is describing his new Playstation 2 to John. “Where did you get that?” John asked “I got it last night for Hanukkah,” said Stan. “What’s Hanukkah?” John asked.

“It’s the Jewish holiday where we get presents every night for eight nights to celebrate the festival of lights.”

“Wow, I wish we got that!” John exclaimed. The next day on the way to school John runs up to Stan, curious to see what he got. He sees that Stan is upset, “What’s wrong? Where’s your present from last night?” asks John.

Stan holds up a ball of crumpled wrapping paper, “It was leftovers night.”


The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree:

The presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.

Burton Hillis


One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip, but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.

Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress.

Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys.

So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into hundreds of  little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom. Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged to the door. He opened the door, and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said, very cheerfully, “Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t it  a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you.  Where would you like me to stick it?”

Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.


My mother once gave me two sweaters for Hanukkah. The next time we visited, I made sure to wear one. As we entered her home, instead of the expected smile, she said, “What’s the matter? You didn’t, like the other one?”


As a little girl climbed onto Santa’s lap, Santa asked the usual, “And what would you like for Christmas?”

The child stared at him open mouthed and horrified for a minute, then gasped: “Didn’t you get my E-mail?”


In truth a family is what you make it. It is made strong, not by number of heads counted at the dinner table, but by the rituals you help family members create, by the memories you share, by the commitment of time, caring, and love you show to one another, and by the hopes for the future you have as individuals and as a unit.

Marge Kennedy


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

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