I didn’t know what you wanted for Christmas, so I’ll regift what I gave y’all last year … and the years before that: a repostage of my annual holiday wish that still holds true … for me:
Christmas means a lot of different things to a lot of different people.
It's a religious holiday. It's a shopping holiday. It's a day for those who shop religiously. I'm not a big fan of either.
So, for me, Christmas is a day to spend with those you hold most dear in your heart. For me, it's Carlos and my family. Of course, the family is mostly on the Left Coast and I'm over here on the right, so Christmas is me and Carlos, and Rosita and Consuelo Roca Jones—our furry kids.
It's a day of relaxation and togetherness; reflection and laughter; of a good dinner cooked and shared by the two of us. It's not a day for What did you get? or for thinking How could I have spent so much? It's a day for How lucky am I?
How lucky indeed.
Christmas is more than a celebration; it's a connection we all can share regardless of faith, if we look at it as a day of Peace. A day to relax; to forgive, if not forget. To be at Peace.
Every year I get the same question from friends and strangers alike: What are you getting for Christmas? What do you want for Christmas? And I always say, What I get is a lovely day. What I want, and I ask for it every year, is Peace on Earth.
So here's to Peace on Earth, and the little parts that each of us plays in creating our own peace. To make amends to those we may have slighted in the past year; to those who may have slighted us. To talk with the people we love just because we love them. To be nice.
Just to be nice. Now, there's a concept. Maybe if we all took a moment to think about how we'd like to be treated, we would find ourselves treating others the same way. It's a small step, but an important one. A Please here and a Thank You there. You're Welcome is good, too, though My pleasure, is better. Hold a door open for someone; let someone with fewer packages get in line ahead of you. Lay off the horn. Don't speed. Smile. Be nice.
Be at Peace. Merry Christmas world. Happy Hanukkah. Happy Kwanzaa. Merry Festivus. Happy Holidays. Peace.
And so that's my wish for you and yours. Health. Happiness. Love. Peace.
And, while I've said it over and over again, that I have my personal spiritual beliefs and they do not follow the teachings of any organized religion, every Christmas, no song makes me feel more peaceful, happier, more at ease, or more hopeful than this one.
And so I'll end with O Holy Night, not because I am a religious man, but because I am a hopeful man, a peaceful man, a contented man. And no one, for me, sings it better than my girl, JHud.....Jennifer Hudson.
Once again, hate-filled, ignorant, transphobic bigot Nancy Mace is This Bitch; but why now? Why her? Why again?
Well, in an effort to raise money for her next electionMace designed some Christmas wrapping paper to sell and because she’s Nancy Mace, a media whore, a bigot, a liar and a bitch, and nothing says Jesus is the reason for the season like hate and bigotry she designed this transphobic wrapping paper:
And then she ran to X, because Bluesky won’t have her, and her base of ignorant, toothless cousin-fucking South Carolina meth heads need another dose of lies and fearmongering, she claimed that the vendors she contacted to make her festive gift wrapping refused to do so because it was “offensive.”
Mace has been on the attack against the trans community ever since the election of Representative-elect Sarah McBride of Delaware, the first trans person elected to Congress and now she's taking her heart-warming tale of ignorance to Fox News:
“My team just informed me that no company would make this wrapping paper for us because it’s too ‘offensive.' What I find offensive is men in women’s bathrooms.”
And when questioned if she actually asked anyone to make the wrapping paper or if she just assumed that she would be refused she doubled down:
“We asked our current vendors and they refused.”
And yet couldn't name a single vendor; so she then spent the weekend posting anti-transgender messages to social media, including some with slurs after a pro-LGBTQ+ protest at the capitol:
“The tr***ies came, they saw, and they did not conquer during their protest.”
In another post, she shared a rightwing pundit’s post that called trans women “chicks with d***s.”
This is an elected official whose job it is to represent all the people and she has devolved into a hate-filled hag and pandering money-grubbing bigot.
In her continuing effort to stop McBride from using the women’s restrooms at the Capitol, Mace has referred to the Congressperson as “it” and as a “man” and said that it’s “offensive” that McBride thinks she’s “equal” to other female Representatives.
Nancy Mace is the one who isn’t equal, and once again, I ask any business out there where Nancy Mace might shop or eat or browse demand that if she wants to use a restroom that she first must prove that she’s female and not just This Bitch … AGAIN.
I didn’t know what you wanted for Christmas, so I’ll regift what I gave y’all last year … and the years before that: a repostage of my annual holiday wish that still holds true … for me:
Christmas means a lot of different things to a lot of different people.
It's a religious holiday. It's a shopping holiday. It's a day for those who shop religiously. I'm not a big fan of either.
So, for me, Christmas is a day to spend with those you hold most dear in your heart. For me, it's Carlos and my family. Of course, the family is mostly on the Left Coast and I'm over here on the right, so Christmas is me and Carlos, and Rosita and Consuelo Roca Jones—our furry kids.
It's a day of relaxation and togetherness; reflection and laughter; of a good dinner cooked and shared by the two of us. It's not a day for What did you get? or for thinking How could I have spent so much? It's a day for How lucky am I?
How lucky indeed.
Christmas is more than a celebration; it's a connection we all can share regardless of faith, if we look at it as a day of Peace. A day to relax; to forgive, if not forget. To be at Peace.
Every year I get the same question from friends and strangers alike: What are you getting for Christmas? What do you want for Christmas? And I always say, What I get is a lovely day. What I want, and I ask for it every year, is Peace on Earth.
So here's to Peace on Earth, and the little parts that each of us plays in creating our own peace. To make amends to those we may have slighted in the past year; to those who may have slighted us. To talk with the people we love just because we love them. To be nice.
Just to be nice. Now, there's a concept. Maybe if we all took a moment to think about how we'd like to be treated, we would find ourselves treating others the same way. It's a small step, but an important one. A Please here and a Thank You there. You're Welcome is good, too, though My pleasure, is better. Hold a door open for someone; let someone with fewer packages get in line ahead of you. Lay off the horn. Don't speed. Smile. Be nice.
Be at Peace. Merry Christmas world. Happy Hanukkah. Happy Kwanzaa. Merry Festivus. Happy Holidays. Peace.
And so that's my wish for you and yours. Health. Happiness. Love. Peace.
And, while I've said it over and over again, that I have my personal spiritual beliefs and they do not follow the teachings of any organized religion, every Christmas, no song makes me feel more peaceful, happier, more at ease, or more hopeful than this one.
And so I'll end with O Holy Night, not because I am a religious man, but because I am a hopeful man, a peaceful man, a contented man.
And no one, for me, sings it better than my girl, JHud.....Jennifer Hudson.
