Once again they are trying to remove every aspect of Christmas from the landscape... with the possible exception of the cash register.  That is what today's blog is about... it's a departure... but I hate becoming predictable.

I worship carrots.

Away in the manger
No crib for a bed
The exhausted Lord Jesus
Laid down his tired head
and pounded it on the table
Again and again and again.

Oh Winter Tree Oh Winter Tree
How lovely are your barren branches
The Nativity is empty
Save for the snowplow parked underneath
The tattered gable
where an Angel once stood watch

Shut your eyes, children
Shield your ears
The courthouse lawn is strewn with religiosity
Now go and watch your MTV

And a mile up the road
Three well-dressed kings of Orient are
Hitching a ride in a gas guzzling car
They’ve lost their way… misplaced their star
Along the coastal highway
There is no room in the PC ring
For people who worship a small infant King
But the credit cards are flying
Pulled by eight tiny non-denominational reindeer
And Madison Avenue is praising Jesus

We wish you a Merry something

So, have yourself a Silent Night
The choirs have given up the fight
The instruments nestled all snug in their bed
While Jesus is nursing His tired aching head
And Peace on Earth is in the Court
The First Noel a brainless tort

We the people of the United States of America
Have lost our collective minds
And somehow allowed
A fringe minority of frightened, rude
And ignorant loudmouths
To change the rules
And manipulate the game
And now the bullies are running the show
And we are just plain running
So help me ACLU.

Joy to the World
Unless it can be helped.
The ones who never learned
To play well with others
The ones who took the ball home
so no one could enjoy the game
they looked out the window
and smiled at the snowplow
parked under the gable
of the empty stable.


Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.