Crankeverend — well CR is already done with 2017, and there are 361 more days to go. We are up to day 10 of the 12 Daze of a HannuRamaCrankiMas. It has finally turned cold and they are talking about some snow in Central Pennsylvania, which makes CR cranky — so it is good we are almost to the 12th day of Christmas — then CR can crawl back into his cave and hibernate for another four months.
In the 10th Daze of Christmas, CR was pondering: why did CR not grow up in a warmer climate? It is always better to visit snow than co-habitate with it.
CR was listening to some schmuck on the radio the other day and he was going on and on about how it was 70 degrees where he lives, and later that weekend he was going to drive to the mountains to do some skiing. It is CR’s opinion that everyone should live in a place where it is 70 degrees all year-long, and if you want to play in the snow, you just get in your car and drive 2 hours to visit the white devil.
CR used to like snow. Like any kid, snow was fun when all you had to do was put on a snow suit and some snow boots and head to the closest hill with your sled. That was fun. Now, after shoveling not only CR’s driveway and sidewalk and four of CR’s neighbor’s driveways and sidewalks, snow is not so much fun. It is a d*mn inconvenience. CR is thinking the god’s were angry with CR and so determined that CR will be born to a family in Central PA — and make the winters miserable.
If you notice the lyrics in “The Twelve Days of Christmas” there is no mention of “snowmen a dancin”, “ice skates a skatin”, or “snowplows a plowin”. Nope. Not one darn mention of anything even remotely cold weather — not snow geese, just geese — and French hens, swans and turtle doves.
And then there is the darkness that envelops us — CR wakes up to darkness, and arrives home in darkness — drives to meetings in darkness — and still has not found that stinkin’ headlight retainer clip for CR’s car (which by the way CR thinks he has found one CR can order from a German auto parts warehouse in Walla Walla Washington — crazy). That’s right — CR can’t go to his local German car dealer to get a $20.00 part — one made of cheap aluminum. NO, he has to order the part from the other side of the country — thanks German car dealer.
Oh well, the jury is still out on the hopes of 2017 for this cranky pastor. Today is day five of 2017. Join CR in singing (to the tune for 12 Daze of Christmas beginning with number 5):
three to five inches of snow (though who can tell with these mountains and valleys) four hours of daylight, three parishioners in the hospital, two cars needing repairs, and a par—doning of CR’s sins so far…………which are many since CR is a Cranky Reverend.
Crankeverend……………………………just remembered CR needs to borrow the neighbor’s snowblower, more schmoozing of the neighbors.
The "Frowning Glory" 
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