Monday, December 08, 2008


So this is Christmas, and what have we done ...

Discuss (and that don't mean argue till yer blue in the face and refuse to let go of a dang pount until it thunders, Feodor! It's called "chatting"!)


Well, given that so much of what's now accepted as traditional for Christmas (the date itself, Christmas trees, that whole Santa Claus,elves, and a workshop at the North Pole thing) had nothing to do with Christianity originally (and probably still shouldn't, IMHO), a crucified Santa just seems like the logical next step.
I see Santa being executed on a Cross, but not being sacrificed in the sense that orthodox Christianity portrays Jesus as having been.

I really twist thoughts when I look at this pic, actually. Something like: "Recession crucifies Santa on Cross of Tarnished Gold."
Or ...

American Christianity comes clean, sells soul (so to speak).
Uh oh. Someone's going to end up on the "naughty" list for sure!
I went looking for, but couldn't find, a song from some comedian who was on the Bob & Tom radio show. It's called "Let's Take the Christ Out Of Christmas".

A little help would be nice. I think it both funny and appropriate.
Oh boy oh boy, somebody send that to Bill Orly please!

Given that the doe season and the Christmas season are coinciding would not a deer be more meaningful?

Oh yes, you already did that one.
Christmas time is here, by golly,
Disapproval would be folly.
Deck the halls with hunks of holly,
Fill the cup and don’t say when.

Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens,
Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens.
Even though the prospect sickens,
Brother, here we go again.

On Christmas Day you can’t get sore,
Your fellow man you must adore.
There’s time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four.

Relations, sparing no expense, ‘ll
Send some useless old utensil,
Or a matching pen and pencil.
(”Just the thing I need, how nice!”)

It doesn’t matter how sincere it is,
Nor how heart felt the spirit,
Sentiment will not endear it,
What’s important is the price.

Hark, the Herald Tribune sings,
Advertising wondrous things.
God rest ye merry merchants,
May ye make the Yuletide pay.
Angels we have heard on high,
Tell us to go out and buy!

So, let the raucous sleigh bells jingle,
Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle,
Driving his reindeer across the sky.
Don’t stand underneath when they fly by.

---Tom Lehrer

Maybe not the exact song, but of a genre.

Now Id beleive GKS this is what ye be lookin for.
You Oughta see what we did to the Easter bunny......
A fat hairy guy in black boots & a tacky red suit? Hey!! Yall mighta done killed our preacher!

Course, with his ferlanderin & offerin' box pilferin', it coulda been the organ playin lady's husband or the church's money handler guy. But... I also wuz hearin that he aint paid our snake catcher for the las' 2 Sundays boxes. Man, we got us a bonerfied Loney Mountain mystery!
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