Today's audiences have been convinced to identify with the wealthy so they focus on Scrooge's redemption, satisfied they are not as bad as he was, and joyous at his redemption. What they should be recognizing is that the vast majority of them are Bob Crachit.
The opening of the biopic Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom on Christmas Day in America was an appropriately timed gift, given the film's message about faith in one's belief, overcoming injustice and choosing love over hate.
If you are still dealing with these crappy feelings brought on by your lil' ones reaction to Christmas, know that you aren't alone, and that you aren't a failure. These responses from young children are pretty common, but we don't have to indulge them.
I know this might sound like a myth. But I kid you not. This was the best Christmas ever. With the least amount of stuff ever too. And the most amount of presence for one and all.
It's just six minutes of random videotape from 13 years ago as the kids decorate a Christmas tree. It's funny what passes for nothing at the time but turns into family legend.
The War on Christmas story reflects the discomfort that many socially conservative media figures, and presumably at least some of their followers, feel with an increasingly diverse country where people are no longer afraid to express their views.
In 2013, we have reached a point in our national dialogue where basically anyone who knows how to tweet can sound off without discretion. Sadly, individuals like Robertson, once nobodies and certainly nothing more than reality-show celebrities, now take center stage in American life.
May your children be blessed with the holiday spirit so that they experience no melt-downs, no squabbling fits, no food throwing and joy sparkling from their eyes like snowflakes glinting off your neighbor's garish light display.
I am joining in the fun, naming the 10 most overrated things of 2013. Not necessarily bad (though some of them can be awful) not stupid -- just overrated.
Four days before Christmas my neighbor invited me to a "Christmas concert" at her church. I like music and the inspiring classical sound of carols and church songs can be quite lovely. So I accepted her generous invitation and was whisked away a few days later in the early afternoon to imbibe the musicality of the season.
He was a working man, a ragged carpenter, with neither a roof above his head nor a pillow beneath it, sleeping under the stars or in borrowed beds, His robe a blanket, His moon a nightlight. His hands were callused, but his heart was tender.
As the ball drops in New York City, and as we sing "Auld Lang Syne" again, our friends in Haiti will be at the hospital treating patients, and grateful as always, for the chance to do so.
Education is key, and when the main contention point in this entire conversation is religion, it's good to put these gifts in your shopping list!
At a party this holiday season, we played a game whereby you identify famous people using the minimum number of word-clues, and as fast as possible. T...
The celebration of the Birth of Christ needs to be about more than the gifts we share with one another. It needs to be about the gift that was shared with all of us.
5:00 a.m. It's just me and the tree. The house is quiet. Nobody else loves the morning as I do, since my father's gone. There's snow on the grou...