The holiday madness has started. On the way home from our knitters’ group at church last night, I saw Christmas lights on houses.
It’s really, really dark here. You can see the appeal of extra electric lights. I even enjoy listening to secular Christmas music, if it’s any good at all. But what do they really have to do with Christmas?
On the web, I read about Jerry Falwell’s attempts to convince us that Christmas is under attack. Good grief. And then I saw something about “The Committee to Save Merry Christmas,” a group organizing boycotts of stores that don’t hang signs saying “Merry Christmas.”
For goodness sake, haven’t these people ever read The Grinch?
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “means a little bit more.”
Apparently it doesn’t mean more than that to some people who profess to be Christian. They will only be happy if they see multi-colored, lighting-up signs containing the word “Christ” displayed all over the mall. Because that will really get the message of the Incarnation across, won’t it?
It’s my plan to boycott stores that give in to them