| Start: | Dec 25, '07 |
It's that time of year when a scary fat man from his sweatshop in the frigid north, dressed from head to toe in blood red comes out at the stroke of midnight yelling Ho Ho Ho, rubbing his hands in glee, streaking across the freezing winter sky on a sleigh drawn by horned creatures, holding a list of little children's names, sneaking into people's homes to eat their cookies and drink their milk... while everyone huddles at home with their families, where not even a mouse dares stir... and little children hide under bed covers anticipating the sounds of his entry through the blackened fireplace and longing for the darkness to end and the sun to rise, while others congregate on holy ground within churches to pray to their saviour, seeking deliverance, singing loudly in fortitude, holding hands and lighting candles against the darkness....
