I had no choice but to watch one couple's preparations for this solemnity and I was wondering: are they getting ready for a great Christian celebration of the arrival of the Prince of Peace and Wonder-Counselor or a brutal feast of a pagan god of aggression and confusion that will end up (and it looks like it will) with the faithful stabbing knives into each other's hearts?
And don't think me naive: I know that the false-gods-possessed heathen hasn't been killed off in us, but I just won't accept the fucker getting shamelessly out and taking a seat next to us at the Christmas table.
