Christmas ain’t always pretty and happy. In fact for many it is a downright glum and nasty time of the year, no merry-making for those on skid row, without jobs or shelter, who are substance dependent or just plain down on their luck. Pays to remember that after the taste of liberally laced eggnog has long been washed away by dirty rain. Replaced by bills to pay for impulse purchases as well as those made necessary by family. At this time of year few of those on the ropes have any expectations. Bah, expectorations are more like it.