Traditions

It was a dark and stormy night

Then turned into a bright and sunny day

The zombie slowly moved toward the sleeping campers

Until they woke up and blew its brains all over the pine trees

Thus was born the tradition of garland on the Christmas tree

Or not.

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About wyldewoody

I am a scholar and a preacher. I am a father, husband and friend. I have served my country and cussed my government and will continue to do both. I enjoy writing and you never know what you might find here in my posts. I will write about everything from my biblical opinion to scientific musings potentially bad stories to editorials about public policy and international affairs. I suppose that is blogging in general, if you like it great, if you don’t go somewhere else, if you disagree with me, great I love a good discussion. Hell might just find me ranting to the shadows in the corner. Kinda like I think I am doing now. And if my punctuation irritates you, that makes me happy.

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