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Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart. Washington Irving

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A Politically Correct Christmas Poem

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 beautiful sleigh, 
because the ruts were deemed dangerous by the EPA,
And millions of people were calling the Cops, 
when they heard sled noises upon their roof tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe, had his workers quite frightened, 
and his fur trimmed red suit was called “unenlightened”.

To show you the strangeness of today’s ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose. 
He went to Geraldo, in front of the Nation,
demanding millions in over-due workers compensation.

So…half of the reindeer were gone, and his wife 
who suddenly said she’d had enough of this life,
joined a self help group, packed and left in a whiz, 
demanding from now on that her title was Ms.

And as for gifts…why, he’d never had the notion
that making a choice could cause such commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur…
Which meant nothing for him or nothing for her.
Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot,
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls and nothing for just boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific, 
Nothing that’s warlike or non-pacifistic.

No candy or sweets…they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish upon the 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 might 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 and perplexed,
he just couldn’t figure out what to do next?
He tried to be merry he tried to be gay,
but you must have to be careful with that word today
His sack was quite empty, it was flat on the ground,
nothing fully acceptable was anywhere to be found.

Something special was needed, a gift that he might,
give to us all, without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy – with no indecision,
each group of people in every religion.
Every race, 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”

http://boardofwisdom.com/togo/?viewid=1005&listname=Christmas

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“Mountaintops inspire leaders but valleys mature them.”

— Winston Churchill

http://www.leadershipnow.com/disciplinequotes.html

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Help me, so that I can help you, so that we can climb the mountain.

http://www.geocities.jp/nomonomogreek/Proverbs/Proverbs.htm

Let each child follow his own path even if it takes him to the edge of a cliff.

Japanese Proverb

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“Solving a problem for which you know there’s an answer is like climbing a mountain with a guide, along a trail someone else has laid. In mathematics, the truth is somewhere out there in a place no one knows, beyond all the beaten paths. And it’s not always at the top of the mountain. It might be in a crack on the smoothest cliff or somewhere deep in the valley.”

― Yoko Ogawa, The Housekeeper and the Professor

Seek on high bare trails. Sky-reflecting violets. Mountain-top jewels”

― Matsuo Bashō, Japanese Haiku

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You cannot stay on the summit forever; you have to come down again. So why bother in the first place? Just this: What is above knows what is below, but what is below does not know what is above. One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen. There is an art of conducting oneself in the lower regions by the memory of what one saw higher up. When one can no longer see, one can at least still know.

Rene Daumal

“I don’t know where my ideas come from. I will admit, however, that one key ingredient is caffeine. I get a couple cups of coffee into me and weird things start to happen.” –

– Gary Larson

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“When you start to get bored with your misery, you are on the first rung of recovery and you are beginning to climb back up. You add one thing at a time back into your life just as a break from monotony. Instead of feeling wretched, I will start reading again. Instead of feeling wretched, I will start working out again. I will start answering the phone. I will consider the city. I will think about coffee with friends. You start putting in the pieces until eventually what you have is an actual life.”
― Wendy Plump, Vow: A Memoir of Marriage

Climb a tree – it gets you closer to heaven.

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“Never sit under a tree waiting for the apple to fall. Climb the tree, grab that apple!
When it comes, never be inert and take your time, TIME TO MOVE!”

― Tsem Tulku Rinpoche, Why I Make Myself Unhappy

If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!

― J.M. Barrie

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“Not everyone wants to climb Mount Everest, but almost everybody can ascend with ropes and harness and experience in new ways our life-giving exchanges with trees and the natural world.”
Genevieve

http://www.dancingwithtrees.com/quotations.htm

It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older, one climbs with surprising strides.

George Sand

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“It is easy to go down into Hell…; but to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air—there’s the rub…”

― Virgil