Christmas is a time to reflect on the hope and optimism in the birth of Jesus Christ.

The cartoon has a cashier saying to a customer, “Nice iron; your wife will love it. While I wrap it, you might want to go over to sporting goods and pick out a helmet”.

Reinforcements arrived last week. My father, still weak and confined to bed most of the day, became surrounded by well-meaning Helpy Helpertons.

For the last ten days, my sister and I have been tending to our father, who suffered a severe attack of sepsis and requires 24/7 care.

The cartoon shows Garfield holding open a door and saying “My door is always open, so feel free to leave.”

As usual, my sister thought of everything: new underwear, disinfectant, chocolates for the nurses.

The cartoon has one turkey saying to another, “Dude, I have a lot of people following me online and they’re all inviting me to dinner!”

When will it end? And who can I blame it on? Those are the first thoughts that come to mind when disaster hits.

I came across a desperate call for help the other day on social media. A young woman from Cuba had posted a video, pleading for help.

A friend phoned last week to ask if I had any more copies of apart, the new pandemic anthology put out by the Saskatchewan Writer’s Guild and edited by Courtney-Bates Hardy and Dave Margoshes.

A sign at a gas station listed gas prices as: Regular Unleaded: Arm, Plus Unleaded: Leg; Super Unleaded: Both.

“I hate to say it, but I haven’t laughed that hard in ages,” admitted one of the local ranchers, standing in line at the luncheon table. We were at a funeral reception.

“History repeats itself, but in such cunning disguise that we never detect the resemblance until the damage is done.” - Sydney J. Harris, an American journalist who lived from 1917 - 1986.

They say the Nobel Prize-winning drug is NOT approved for curing Covid-19 by our health agencies and that people who use it as such are basically stealing it from people who need it for treatment of parasites.

Dear Editor, This is a letter of heartfelt appreciation for the support our parents received from many people in this district.

Last year, in the depths of my isolation, I got an email from Tammy Willman at The Grand Coteau in Shaunavon, wondering if I might want to enter anything in the holiday art show.

A WWII veteran was speaking to students. A student asked if he was married. He said he was, and asked why she asked.

I recently received a phone call from an old school friend. We’d lost touch. We went to art school together and were housemates.

How many supply chain planners does it take to change a light bulb? None. The light bulbs are late and not shipping.

One of the two most successful teams in Major League Baseball this season will have a longer winter than they may have been expecting.