Santa Claus, Father Christmas, Papa Noel, Saint Nicholas -- whatever name you want to call the rotund man in the red suit, it's hard to deny the magnetic charms of everyone's favorite Christmas character.
For one month, it becomes socially acceptable to be as childish and unapologetically corny as possible. In an age of modernism, it's refreshing to bask in nonsensical whimsy and tradition.
My younger brother found out that those presents under the tree don't come from Santa's workshop; they come from the mall. Shock, disbelief and disappointment quickly set in.
In a Yuletide shift, Lincoln Chafee finally agreed to call a 17-foot statehouse spruce a Christmas tree, admitting that his past practice of calling it a 'holiday tree' generated too much anger. No kidding. Naming a Christmas tree a holiday tree is offensive.
Today, I'm sharing holiday videos from women's colleges as they celebrate the holidays, offering season's greetings, holiday wishes, and Christmas cheer!
This is it, guys. The last weekend before Christmas. Malls are open until midnight. There's an abnormal surplus of "safe" last-minute gifts (read: robes, commemorative ornaments and off-brand bath sets) in the front of every store. And everyone you encounter is pretty much a jerk.
Like I said to my sons in the car, we're all good at something. And Laura is really good at baking. Thank GOD for Aunt Laura, she's there to fill in the (chocolate) chip that I'm missing.
Although the edges of this last Christmas of innocence are slightly tarnished, I will soak up every gift which unfolds.
Yet, as we muddle through this season, there may be moments when we can begin to see the first rays of dawn. Maybe we begin to observe a few beams of light trickling into a shadow-filled room.
There are only two valid choices for a secular government agency to make, constitutionally, when it comes to allowing religious displays on its property: Allow everyone in, or allow nobody to erect such displays. What the Constitution forbids is playing favorites.
My name Is Jennifer Sara Glantz. You may scratch your head in fatigue and wonder about why my name does not sound familiar, or why you've never seen my name on a naughty or a nice list.
Why can't everyone be decent every day? Wouldn't that be better compared to this fleeting moment that ends the moment that the New Year rolls around?
Yes, I, as a Christian, can greet people with "happy holidays," because there are other holidays than Christmas around this season (shoutout to Hanukkah!). And why do you insist that people are taking Christ out of Christmas? You can't!
May you discover that humble authority born again on the edges of the world's notice. May that royal inheritance and authority of the stable be born in you, enliven your heart, and rest on your shoulders.
Both Kelly and Harris also remind us, if inadvertently and in their own unique ways, that we all want the same things: heroes, real or imagined, with whom we can identify. The real issue is figuring out, and dare I say, expanding, with whom we can identify.