I tore my britches last weekend.  That is an old saying regarding a time when one may have messed up.  It was not an egregious error.  I was so overcome with joy that I forgot to take a photo to share.

I was shopping in Clarksville and about to head into a store.  Walking in along the outside store front, I looked up to see an old familiar face.  Man.  I couldn’t believe it.   It was Rob “Cube Root” Ray.  Old 0012 himself.  The greatest Roger Staubach fan I have ever known.  The UK Big Blue Fan from way back.  Cube had on a Wildcat T shirt, as it was supposed to be.

I gave Cube a hug.  We had not seen each other in more than two decades I know.  Guess what?  It mattered not.  We just started telling it all, as it is supposed to be.  I have been blessed to have cultivated many sweet friendships that have endured the test of time and distance and absence.  I am blessed that way.  I am not sure why.  There is certainly a great  deal of unspoken feeling between many old pals and myself.  We aren’t around to speak it.  But when we find each other, be it by design or old Providence, it sure works out.

So there.  That is my fun Winter’s Tale. Those folks are out there somewhere.  I love and appreciate them all.

This Christmas has a melancholy tinge to it.  Our son, Jarrett, is in Baghdad working at the US Embassy.  He is so missed.  When he gets home, we will certainly have another thankful Christmas party.

Yesterday we Carrie and I enjoyed the Christmas singing program at Unity Chapel.  My Dad did a great job of singing, as always.

So I will share a few images of Christmas this year.

Carrie and I made an annual visit to West Baden to look around for some mistletoe.

Talk about a beautiful place.  It is like a movie set.

The Eighth Wonder of the World is what this place was called.

From our dinner table.

From the third floor.

My mother has a weakness for Charlie Brown and his Christmas Tree.

So do I.

Another Christmas Tradition is getting out the Snow Man Mike Hunsucker made for us.  I miss Mike so much.

Finally, the Tyler Turkey made it to Ramsey.  I brought it to my house to carve.  My parents have had a Tyler, Texas Turkey from Greenberg’s sent to them for nearly thirty years now.  They never  disappoint.

Carving this baby was fun.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Love one another.  Help each other.  That is my Christmas prayer.  Amen.

Speaking the rights-

Danny Johnson