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God, I miss the days when social conservatives sat around grumbling about how the true meaning of Christmas was being lost in a tacky, commercial wave of neon Santas and animatronic snowmen.
Instead, the evolving culture wars have turned St. Nick into some kind of conservative hero--a roly-poly, fur-clad warrior for Good in the insidious "war against Christmas."
As a result, one now encounters yard decor like the incongruous scene erected on a lawn not too far from my house: a fat, glittery Santa grinning wildly as he kneels low over Baby Jesus in his makeshift manger bed.
In a word: Creepy.
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COMMENTS (8)
It is creepy.
Everyone knows that Jesus is not in the Manger until Christmas Morning.
If you are going to be overly religous, get it right.
It is creepy.
Everyone knows that Jesus is not in the Manger until Christmas Morning.
If you are going to be overly religous, get it right.
It is creepy.
Everyone knows that Jesus is not in the Manger until Christmas Morning.
If you are going to be overly religous, get it right.
It is creepy.
Everyone knows that Jesus is not in the Manger until Christmas Morning.
If you are going to be overly religous, get it right.
Were the Baby Jesus, after having been schlepped around the mall by the Holy Mother, be expected to pose for a photo whilst upon the knee of Santa, that dyslexic Satan, little B.J. would be screaming his head off.
And with good reason: the blending of myths is the least tenable of miscegenations.
Were the Baby Jesus, after having been schlepped around the mall by the Holy Mother, be expected to pose for a photo whilst upon the knee of Santa, that dyslexic Satan, little B.J. would be screaming his head off.
And with good reason: the blending of myths is the least tenable of miscegenations.
You have got to be kidding. (that's not addressed to you, Michelle) Sounds like a banner attraction for a traveling circus - "Circus Christmas, coming soon to your local prayer arena."
You have got to be kidding. (that's not addressed to you, Michelle) Sounds like a banner attraction for a traveling circus - "Circus Christmas, coming soon to your local prayer arena."
It's not over until the Sarah Palin sings "God Bless America.
It's not over until the Sarah Palin sings "God Bless America.
In the spirit of the holiday season, Mr. Yard, I urge a moratorium on referring to the Christ Child as "little B.J."
From your mouth (with all due respect) it conjures a rather different association...
In the spirit of the holiday season, Mr. Yard, I urge a moratorium on referring to the Christ Child as "little B.J."
From your mouth (with all due respect) it conjures a rather different association...
austin,
You've got a point (?). Likewise, given the central role in Christmas of the Blessed Virgin, let us save any discussion of breastfeeding for future topics (e.g., Susan Sarandon).
austin,
You've got a point (?). Likewise, given the central role in Christmas of the Blessed Virgin, let us save any discussion of breastfeeding for future topics (e.g., Susan Sarandon).
Michelle, we need pictures, or it didn't happen.
Merry Christmas, The Readers
Michelle, we need pictures, or it didn't happen.
Merry Christmas, The Readers