Christmas Eve: the 4-Year-Old will not sleep. She is determined to see Santa. Santa is downstairs listening grimly to the scuffling upstairs that indicates Child Espionage. Santa can do nothing but wait this out, and so to kill time, wonders what Jesus' favorite stick of kickboxing gristle is most recently bothering us with. Hi Chuck!
Dear Lord. Seems like Chuck has discovered alliteration, and is taking to it with the exact same enthusiasm toddlers display upon discovering they possess genitalia. Only in Chuck's case it's not so charming.
The burden of Chuck's article is that Jesus totally did so exist, and so if you steal the Baby Jesus out of a nativity scene, you've removed its penis. Or something. It's not very clear. But it alliterates!
Merry Holidays, anyway, from Thers, Molly I, flory, Rip, & va. NOW DANCE YOU GNOMES, DANCE!