Happy Holidays from PA DeMolay

Since I will not be in the office over the weekend, I wanted to make sure I got this post together today. In DeMolay, we teach the members that it is important to have their own beliefs in terms of religious traditions. Not everyone believes in the same traditions, but we all believe in something. During the holidays, some celebrate Christmas, some celebrate Hanukkah, some celebrate Kwanzaa, and others just celebrate the New Year. 

For me personally, I will be headed back to Philadelphia to celebrate Christmas after I'm done work today. I will be away from my desk for a few days, but will be back Thursday of next week. For those celebrating Christmas, I wish you a Merry Christmas.  

On behalf of all of Pennsylvania DeMolay, we hope everyone has a Happy Holiday season. For anyone traveling, be safe in your journey. I'm sure I'll make a post before then, but in case I don't, Happy New Year and I'll see you in 2017.

Until next time - "Dad" Joe Pullin

PS: Here is a really old picture, but there's always room for a photo of Santa Jacques so enjoy.

   

Happy Holidays!

On behalf of the Pennsylvania DeMolay office, I'd like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Safe travels to all whom are visiting family and friends for the holiday season. My goal is to get one more blog post in before the year is over, but if I'm  unable to do so, Happy New Year to all as well!

Until next time - "Dad" Joe Pullin 

Happy Holidays!

On behalf of all of us at PA DeMolay, happy holidays to you and yours!

No, for a little holiday humor, dedicated to our Executive Officer:

Twas the night before Christmas,
and all across Patton,
the world was soft and quiet,
and the snow lay thin and flattened.

Out from his house,
he came without sound,
walking his friends,
two large English Sheep-hounds.

A long walk they took,
angling round the bend,
his cold was finally leaving,
he felt on the mend.

He picked up the post,
then trod up the drive,
Brody and Dudley pulled,
causing him to nose-dive.

Back to the house he went,
limping as he goes,
muttering under his breath,
his limbs feeling froze.

He opened the screen,
dropping off his dogs,
then over to his office,
through the cold he did slog.

He unlocked the door,
and settled into his chair,
with black and white movies,
his only company right there.

On Freedman, on Ullom,
on Gottschall, on Knapp,
quickly typing away,
 his keyboard click-clacked.

A message from Williamson,
popped onto the screen.
"What does he need now?"
he busted out with a scream.

"It's Christmas eve,
Doesn't Sam know?
I'm not responding tonight.
I'll blame the snow."

Over emails he poured,
responding with quips,
but there was only one problem,
on this blog post he did not click.

So, surprise "Dad" Labagh,
this poem is for you,
it's a good thing I'm gone for the week,
as you'll have some time to stew.

Frat! ~ "Dad" Seth Anthony