I can admire your trees and your lights in this dark season and your Santa with his merry laugh. But it all gets too serious when I see that manger with its empty cradle waiting for the birth of a baby whose horrible death will be blamed on me.
What's with the elves? All they do is make toys all year? What kind of a profession is that? You call that a career? Some of them could have been doctors or lawyers. By now, they could have a house in the Hamptons or a condo in Cabo.