Or possibly sub-titled “The War on Reason.”
Years ago, when my children were young, I made a Grand Pronouncement that someday Christmas would no longer be an American holiday. My little ones were shocked (they had not reached that tender age where I was the stupidest person in the universe). I hate to say it, but I may be right.
The over-commercialized Christmas we have today is a far cry from Christmas in early America. In fact, for many years, Christmas wasn’t celebrated at all. Many believed then, as now, that it was nothing more than a pagan festival. Our Christmases weren’t always Norman Rockwell moments, but they were fun. And for me, except for a few bumps here and there, Christmas has always been a magical time. It re-energizes my faith and my hope.
Now that American (and European) society has turned it’s back on basic good manners and any sense of decorum, Christmas has become the fashionable whipping-boy. For example,
Santas forced to “slim” as a good example for children. Would you trust a skinny Santa? Isn’t that like a skinny cook?
Santas warned that “Ho, Ho, Ho” may be offensive to women. Oh puulllleeezzee.
The Christmas Energy Orgy Now YOU KNOW this Kent fellow will get some coal in his stocking! And just in case you’re wondering, Fausta has THE list of everything caused by global warming. Yeah, everything.
“Holiday” parties/concerts/displays/storytellings, not Christmas parties/concerts/displays/storytellings.
Britain, once the greatest military force on this planet, caves to PC idiocy on Christmas.
CHRISTMAS celebrations are an obstacle to better community relations in multi-cultural Britain…
And don’t forget this, as well.
Even Hannukah is being attacked – burning candles increase carbon emissions!
The Anchoress goes a little further and asks if Catholics should stop lighting candles as well…
But I think the saddest one is noted by Amused Cynic about “that lady and that baby”… How sad. How terribly sad.
The Grinch, with all his bitter plans and black heart, couldn’t stop Christmas and neither can all the morons of the world. But unlike the Grinch, I doubt their hearts will grow three sizes. No matter how much love and forgiveness and comfort and joy and carbon offsets they are blanketed with. Anytime. Anywhere.
If you look hard, and listen, you can still feel the Spririt of Christmas. I wrote earlier of a glimpse I had just a week or so ago…
Here Comes Santa Claus! Our family goes over the river to worship in a different town than where we live. Last night, despite the rawness of the weather, the little town had it’s Christmas tree lighting. No news cameras, no protesters, no p-c foolishness. The police blocked off the two main city blocks, the choir and crowd sang carols, various town pastors and dignitaries had readings and the switch for the Christmas tree was thrown by the city’s longest tenured employee (a sweet and wizened old fellow who will retire in February with 45+ years of service). Then Santa made his grand entrance, on the top of a firetruck with lights and sirens blaring. Don’t believe the pundits or the media – the Spirit of Christmas is alive and well.