Good morning, everyone. It's hard to believe that we are already less than a week away from Christmas, which means we are less than two weeks away from 2026 and less than three weeks away from my colonoscopy. Isn't it fun getting older? Heck, may as well write up a small review of 2025 while I'm at it.
2025 personally was filled with plenty of highs, a few lows, and some personal growth at the end. All in all, it was a pretty good year for the Scribe, even if the end didn't quite live up to what I had hoped for. However, I didn't let what may or may not have occurred upset me like in years, heck, even months past. That's a terrific attribute I hope to take with me into the new year. As usual, I won't have anybody to kiss in the New Year with (I think), which is a shame since there is some mistletoe hanging in the boundary between the kitchen and dining room. But hey, the year isn't over just yet, and stranger things have happened.
I haven't really gotten into the Holiday Spirit much this year. That isn't to say I haven't felt it at all, because I have as evidenced by this tree:
But there have been several things that have contributed to the lack of spirit this season. The Bucs are playing like total crap, and so are the Lightning. Over the past week, headline news has been anything but inspiring, including two noteworthy deaths yesterday in North Carolina alone. Moreover, the general mood surrounding what's been happening in the US has been awful. To be honest, I don't think I've ever felt as low about our nation as I do right now, and as Forrest Gump would say "that's all I've got to say about that."
However, there is hope for the upcoming year, most notably come November when the midterms happen. Plus, the Chiefs are not going to the playoffs this year, so there's that. It would be great if the entire Trump administration were removed by ANY LEGAL MEANS NECESSARY, so that we don't have to worry about the future of our nation. I'm not looking forward to the Olympic Games or the World Cup this summer, because you know Fox will ramp up the propaganda machine for it, and I for one, won't be in the mood. When certain entities use a sporting event to push forth a political ideology, I have to draw the line.
Perhaps I've become jaded with the prospects of the future. I don't see myself becoming a stepfather anytime soon, if ever. I'm also coming to grips with the fact that next year I will have lived as many years in the 21st century as the 20th century. I know I'm appreciated, and that matters more than anything, I guess. Heck, I consider myself a good luck charm at times. Hopefully that continues into 2026.
So, I guess for my Christmas wish for 2025 and the New Year is to maintain my peace throughout the year and beyond. Just hope and pray that things don't get topsy-turvy because I know everything can change in a New York minute.
So, from me to you, have a merry and blessed Christmas and a wonderful new year, and I'll see you in 2026.
Thank you for reading this blog,
Bony Scribe
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