SOME of our sharp-eyed readers were taken aback by a recent headline that read: Govt may subside, says Polye. On the other hand, others… oh well, never mind. A jolly good morning to one and all – we wish you minimum stress levels in the lead-up to Christmas Day.
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IF you head a reasonably affluent family, we urge you to share your Christmas with those for whom the meaning of the day and the season are unknown or forgotten. Some are the outcasts of society – the handicapped and the HIV/AIDS sufferers who have been rejected by their families.
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OTHERS could be among your colleagues. Do you know what that young single man from another province is doing on Christmas Day? He may spend the day lonely and dejected; an invitation from you to join your family for a meal and a bit of fun with the kids could make all the difference. Look around you …
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AND if you really can’t find anyone suitable, contact the Salvation Army or another church; ask about lonely outpatients at hospitals and clinics or seek out the elderly who have been deserted by their grown-up children. These people would welcome one day of generosity in their lives. Christmas is for sharing.
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WOULDN’T it be great if everyone signed a pact covering the next six days that forbade any finger-pointing, public disagreements or boring political point scoring? It won’t happen of course, but just imagine … We played a CD of John Lennon’s classic, Imagine, the other day – now there’s one song that won’t be forgotten in a hurry.
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SPY came on line yesterday with his annual wish list. He urged the revival of the abacus, the telegram, pens, nibs and inkwells, bank tellers who can do mental arithmetic, shops with staff who actually know something about the goods they’re trying to sell, the permanent abolition of the phrases: Sorry, sold out, and Av a nais dei, and the re-introduction of the lash. Right.
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WE'VE passed the list on to a hassled Santa busily trying to shore-up the fast melting ice around his North Pole headquarters. Well, there you have it. Calling Mama Crush …

– Dee Nesenolis