New Year’s Redundancy
I managed to stay up until midnight to watch the New Year come in. What a disappointment. It looked strikingly similar to the one last year.
I think we are being duped by Father Time who seems to be selling us the same old merchandise merely wrapped in a bright shiny new package.
The pastor comes to visit a family in his congregation.
He knocks on the door and a little girl answers.
“Is your mother or father home Miss?” the pastor enquires.
“My father is out of town on business but my Mother is upstairs praying to God” the waif replies.
Pleased to hear this the pastor ask if he knows what the Mother is praying about.
“I’m not sure” the child retorts. “All she keeps saying is ‘oh God, Oh God! OOOOOhh God. OOOOOHHH GOOOOOOD’!”