I've decided to get into the Christmas spirit by framing what sort of spirit I should have about Christmas.
More specifically, I've decided not to get agitated about "War on Christmas" nonsense this year. So — even though the usual suspects are still agitating for people to berate minimum-wage seasonal employees for not properly shaping the religious nomenclature of their employer's marketing campaigns — if you want to see me lose my cool over it, you'll have to go with a rerun.
I've also decided, to the possible detriment of the global economy, to advocate for a more non-material, non-plastic approach to Christmas. I could do that in a preachy and grim way, but I'd far rather let someone else do it in a hilarious and subversive way. So I'll turn it over to The Bloggess (whose propensity for cheerfully inappropriate generosity is well established for some avenues of holiday giving. The Bloggess' post poses a conundrum for the ages: if I donate the rear half of a goat in honor of someone who annoys me, does the passive-aggressive nature of the act outweigh the inherent help-somebody quality of the act?
(And hey, if you are looking for good causes in this season, don't forget this one.)
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