The elusive and capricious Christmas spirit finally kicked me in the teeth. I celebrate a secular version of the holiday. This is an amalgam of European mythology, Norse revelry and Pagan ritual -- redefined by Madison Avenue and sanctified by Hollywood. Commercialism is unavoidable. In fact, it's fundamental.
All are welcome. None are excluded.
Anyway, this year's dose finally hit me while I was watching SNL. You never know where it will come from. The Christmas issue of Playboy used to do it, but my subscription lapsed sometime during the Carter administration.
So Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan. We should all have a better new year.
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