As for me, I prefer the Christian Advent!
Thursday, when you get ready to do the Thanksgiving dishes, here is a poem my grandmother used to make us say.
Do you ever wake up feeling great, that is, until you try to get out of the bed! Every ache and pain seems to rear its ugly head.
I always thought of myself as a regular guy, until now! As I zipped my new coat I noticed the zipper was backwards! “I’m an Irregular!”