‘Tis the Season. That means you can’t mean anything until January. Instead, you can sing songs like, “On the twelfth day of Seasons my three-timing committed domestic partner gave to me, 12 jobs created, 11 million invested in the local economy, 10 thousand in campaign donations, . . . . “ One cannot put up a nativity scene, so one must get creative. Hats therefore go off to the smart alec who decorated the Biltmore Square Mall and coronated this thing (scroll to last photo) with a huge wreath, complete with flashing lights.
by Leslee Kulba
Wild West blogger