Well, it’s going to be a white Christmas here in Smalltown, after all! Hitched up we’ll ride through the woods to family dinner where cousin Bob will say grace and beseech the Lord to bestow mercy on those less fortunate. Then, with our mouths full and forks waving, the thinly veiled supremacist will rise from the table like an apparition commanding we speak in tongues:
“Those immigrants are going to take over the country!”, “Shame on all those lazy folks for sucking down government assistance!”, and “Boy that Obama is surely going to bankrupt this nation throwing all that money at the people!”

I know this irony is heard the world over, and perhaps it is our persistent belief in Gods that will one day bring us all to better accord, but we ought get our notions aligned before they’re presented to the Lord. Putting the cart before the horse may or may not get one back home safely and in good grace.

Merry Christmas