A Little Antidote to Christmas Sweetness

While I greatly respect Maureen Dowd's skills as a writer, I usually can't post her stuff as it is SO over-the-top in its outright hated of anyone to the right of John Kerry. But this week, she has up a hilarious piece on why she hates Christmas. Sounds to me like it is another case of missing the central reason of the holiday, but everyone is entitled to hate at least one holiday on our calendar.

If I hear "Frosty the Snowman" one more time, I'll rip his frozen face off. It's a scientific fact, or should be, that Christmas music can turn you into a fruitcake. It either sends you into a Pavlovian shopping trance, buying stupid things like the Robosapien, or, if you hear repeated Clockwork-Orange choruses of "Ring, Christmas Bells" drilling into your brain with that slasher-movie staccato, makes you feel as possessed with Christmas spirit as Norman Bates.

You gotta love it. We have all felt this way at one time or another when taken over by the consumeristic spirit encouraged by society. But remember, this is not what Christmas is about. A child in a manger, who would grow up to be the ultimate giver, is what Christmas is about.