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Me, I'd never shop there nor donate anything to them again.
I scheduled the Salvation Army to come pick up our old couch, and then about an hour later remembered that I'm displeased with them because of their less-than-charitable ways.
However, I am a hypocrite, because I didn't cancel. I need the couch to be gone so the new one can come in.
If that were how it was actually framed/celebrated, that'd be another story.
Indeed so. Plus, still religious, just a different religion.
Damn, your FAC was freakier than my FAC.
And we couldn't profit from it! The circuses are up to a three-head minimum!
I think my FAC was doctrinally freakier, but yours has the edge on interpersonal relationships. (Though if you go back a few decades, that could even out.)
FAC=Freak Ass Church
I prefer Freak-Arse Church, myself. Details, details.
However, I am a hypocrite, because I didn't cancel. I need the couch to be gone so the new one can come in.
Someone in need will benefit from your giving the SalArm your couch. That's what you should concentrate on.
I prefer Freak-Arse Church, myself.
Next you'll be telling us you support the People's Front of Judea.
Christmas is Christian. The Christians ganked a shitload of stuff from pagans and Mithraites, but it's Christian.
My holiday cards are blue and have owls on them. My boyfriend's son is half-Jewish, and BF is an atheist and I am agnostic. I like the season, but attach no real meaning to it; I have a lot of sense-memory attached to it, because I grew up nominally Christian in the American midwest.
My family doesn't go to church -- mom is Christian, dad hates god, and retail work has sucked away my sister's holiday soul.
Basically, the holiday season mean this: food. Christmas, to me, is baking ham, pumpkin and cinnamon in cookies, wood smoke, my mom's fudge. The sharp cold night air. The smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls early on December 25th.
I am excited to have a 7 year old around for the holidays this year. He gets Hannukah and Xmas, and I think holidays are more exciting when you can view them a little through the lens of childhood. My most vivid memories of Christmas in childhood don't revolve around religion, but around tracking Rudolph, stretching up to ring the mistletoe winchime in the arch leading from my grandmother's living room to the dining room and tiptoeing around with my sister at 5 a.m. on Xmas morning, making large cups of coffee for my parents and sharing a blanket on the couch and watching our Scottie dog race around in the pile of wrapping paper.
Laughed out loud. Sorry if the irreverence offends anyone.
This artist seems to like it when Batman kisses Robin, and the moonbathing vampire? Keen.
I have a co-worker to whom I have to explain every year that yes, being Jewish means we don't celebrate Christmas at all. No, not even for Dylan's sake. What with him also ...being Jewish.
She means well, but dude, you live in NEW YORK FREAKING CITY. THERE ARE KIND OF A LOT OF JEWS HERE. It's not like non-celebration of Christmas is a rare thing!
Not even a tree for him to open his present under? Jesus, Jessica. Won't you think of the children?
If you don't have a tree, how do Santa and the baby Jesus find you?
Yep. I'm the worst Mommy ever.
If you don't have a tree, how do Santa and the baby Jesus find you?
Floodlights on the roof. Like the Bat signal but with reindeer.
