Actually, the Christmas season is a nice time to be home and it’s no wonder people go about tra-la-la’ing with the best of them. Christmas can be divided into three distinct stages: when you believe in Santa Claus; when you do not believe in Santa Claus and when you finally become the fat guy in the red suit. She would inquire about his health and his diet before judiciously asking for the things she wanted. But you wouldn’t know it given the endless harping on race and religion, issues I first began hearing about way back when. We are told our economy is in fine shape and that we remain poised on a path of buoyant growth because our “fundamentals” remain robust.

Source: The Star December 02, 2016 23:51 UTC