A Pre-Apocalyptic Message for Holier-Than-Thou Holiday Humbugs
- [I]t all comes back, the old pleasant month-long Santy-Claus-store-window Christmas. It wasn't so bad, really, the commercial Christmas, the month of Christmas Eves, stores open every night. everyone feeling good and generous and spending money freely, handsome happy Americans making the cash registers jingle, the nice commercial cards, Holy Night, and soft-eyed pretty girls everywhere...
Labels: America the Beautiful, Capitalist Pigs, The Catholic Faith, The Fairer Sex, The Written Word

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This. This this this. This. While it is unfortunate that I do not have easy access to Mass in the Extraordinary Form, there are some things associated with that particular devotion that irk me. I've seen a string of posts about Advent, all worthy, and I've seen people quote Lewis's juxtaposition of Xmas and Crissmas, and y'know what, I like those cards, and those secular scenes, and Dickens and family and Santa Claus and Christmas trees and eggnog and cookies and wine. I only regret we no longer have dances like the Fezzywigs.
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