It occurs to me that:

Putting the wreaths on veterans’ graves last weekend, the Lancaster Cemetery and its myriad volunteers once again did our Valley proud.

They say we might have a wet Christmas; not exactly what Bing Crosby was dreaming of.

With my dear friend and colleague Felecia Gray becoming a full-time administrator in January, I am now the last of the original English teachers at The Palmdale Aerospace Academy.

Sssh, don’t tell anyone, but Barack Obama had deported more people at this stage of his presidency than has Donald Trump.

Nothing beats having former students, home from college, drop by your classroom to visit — especially when they say they got an A in English this semester.

The competition is truly fierce for “Worst Christmas Song Ever.”

The criminal justice reform legislation — supported by the Trump administration and passed by an overwhelming margin in the Senate — shows that bipartisanship still lives in Washington.

Many people criticize it, but I do not vote for Bob Dylan’s “Must be Santa” as the Worst Christmas Song Ever.

Government shutdowns are always ridiculous.

Another good thing about teaching is reliving that special “last day of school before Christmas” feeling every year.

I can remember when “Happy Holidays” simply meant “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year” and caused not a bit of consternation.

People seek consternation these days.

The Los Angeles City Council and Los Angeles County Board of Supervisors are having trouble with hecklers disrupting the proceedings.

All the big-money NFL quarterbacks will be watching the playoffs this year.

There is a new sheriff in town — unfortunately — and Alex Villanueva vows to “physically remove” ICE agents from Los Angeles County jails.

I would happily sign a petition to recall the new sheriff.

The Lancaster Boulevard Christmas tree and decorations look especially nice at 5 a.m. when the street is deserted and the view unencumbered.

We don’t hear much anymore about Michael Avenatti (the creepy porn lawyer) running for the Democratic nomination for president.

The media ran the latest round of “The walls are closing in on Trump” stories last week, but I googled the phrase and got 18,800 hits, dating back to April 1, 2017, when the walls were supposedly closing in on Trump.

Penny Marshall will be missed.

Least interesting story in the news these days: the trial of El Chapo.

Now that Trump is pulling troops out of Syria, The New York Times suddenly becomes all gung-ho for prolonging U.S. involvement in the war.

I am shocked — shocked, like Claude Rains in “Casablanca” — that the Catholic Church in Illinois withheld the names of 500 priests accused of sexual abuse.

All those stories in the conservative media about the judge supposedly setting Michael Flynn free due to prosecutorial misconduct certainly proved to be so much hooey.

Of course, the winner of The Worst Christmas Song Ever: “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.”

William P. Warford’s column appears every Tuesday, Friday and Sunday.

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And here I've always spoken well of William Warford.
Randy Brooks
Writer of Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer

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