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Don’t you just love this time of year that maxes out credit cards and unites families to revisit arguments from the year before?  And how better to exhibit this joy than redecorating your house with cheap junk made with sweat labor from Asia.

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When I was working for a new home builder as a Warranty Manager I had the pleasure of knowing an elderly couple who for them, Christmas was the ultimate holiday and they showed it by elaborate displays of Christmas paraphernalia that would make the shops on Rodeo Drive jealous.

The couple, Merry and Dave – that’s right, even the wife’s name reflected their love for the holiday – owned a home in Frisco, Texas and utilized an entire bedroom and its walk-in closet to store all of their ornaments, tree, lights and statues of Kris Kringle, angels, elves and reindeer.  If there was any part of the Christmas tree showing, it was an oversight that was quickly corrected with another ornament of the Magi or a sled.  It was an event that took Dave an entire month to assemble and hang, and another to take it all down and store away until next year.  It was literally wall-to-wall Christmas ornamentations.

The Juicy Couture boutique in Beverly Hills, Calif ain’t got nothing on Merry and Dave’s home decorations in Frisco, Tex.

The Juicy Couture boutique in Beverly Hills, California ain’t got nothing on Merry and Dave’s home decorations in Frisco, Tex.

Dave and Merry are of course the exception to such decorative displays.  Most I think who take the time to dress up their home, inside and out, are not quite as ambitious.  I’d like to think my wife and I fall into that category.  My wife, Roseann, works on the inside …

above the TV dining room table hallway decorations living room decorations more hallway decorations the tree

… and I tackle the outside for the most part, though she is also a big contributor to the low-hanging decorations like the lights on entry walk and the garden wall at the front of the house.

entry walk decorations garden wall decorations

And here’s what the finished product looks like.

Xmas on Sherman Dr

Okay, so maybe we do tend to exert ourselves a bit but Clark & Ellen Griswold we’re not.

Of course most people don’t bother to decorate at all.  Let’s face it.  The Christmas spirit for many entails lighting themselves up with plenty of yuletide eggnog or a bourbon-laced hot toddy rather than lighting up their home.

But what about those half-hearted efforts we often see by some who have at least thought about participating but just didn’t see themselves taking it too far.  You know the type.  A Christmas wreath on the front door.  One red and one green flood light in the driveway light fixture anchored on the exterior wall.  Or the single string of lights around the front door frame.

These are men and women you might think are cheap or simply lazy but I like to see them as people with minimalist tendencies.  They drive the most economic version of transportation with only an AM  radio, adjusting their own side mirrors and roll down their own windows.  They have basic cable or may even get their reception from an outside antenna.  And watering the lawn during the summer is required only when the grass starts showing shades of yellow.  You may want to snobbishly chortle at such people but at least they can make paychecks meet and even sneak a little away in a hidden nest egg so they can take that weekend summer trip to Pensacola or Bossier City, Louisiana.

So, in  celebration of the Christmas minimalist, let me display a few of their decorative efforts I have observed on my daily walk with my dog Millie in tow here in my hometown.  Click on each pic to get a better view

Here are a few of the typical minimalist decorations with a door wreath.  As the first photo shows, double doors means double wreaths along with a reminder of the July 4th holiday off to the side.  The red, white, blue and green of Christmas is a cherished tradition for some apparently.

double door wreaths door wreath and porch ornament single wreath

Most Christmas minimalist tend to stay close to the porch.  The first one reflects this while the second ventured out to the yard and decorated their walkway lamp post

porch santa walkway light fixture decoration

This one seems more like a cop-out rather than explaining why they didn’t decorate their yard with nothing more than a realtor’s yard sign.  Jesus’ dad lights up the sky with a heavenly host of angels and they can’t run a string or two of lights?

jesus is the reason I jesus is the reason II

Nothing says Xmas like an inflatable Santa.  It took more effort to wrap the boxes at his feet than it did to blow him up.

inflatable Santa

Not only did this person not take time to decorate for Xmas, they took an equal amount of time to remove their Halloween decoration.

Halloween pumpkins

This one I threw in as a bonus. It has nothing to do with Xmas but does indicate that if people with dogs are passing by and their pet wants to leave a little gift on their yard, please be sure to tote it off in the gift wrapping they so generously supply here.  Might Santa have need for it should Donner or Blitzen drop a loaf while visiting?

doggy poop bags

But none that I have seen here in Denton beats this clever effort by what has to be the greatest Christmas minimalist alive today.

a true Christmas minimalist

‘Ditto’ sign on Kristina Green’s house points to Christmas lights display on Eric Cyr’s house.

Of course what really matters is that we let the tension from work subside and allow ourselves to be transformed for a brief period as the colder weather sets in and songs of Noel are playing on the radio 24-7.

Christmas takes on some different meanings for many people but it has something we all share.  Outside of the negative atmosphere generated by the “war on Xmas” crowd and the crass commercialism that begins the day before Halloween, most of us are transferred back in time when, as children, a two-weeks break from school was thought to be the greatest gift of all and the sense that something really magical was transpiring as Christmas day approached, making us truly glad to be alive.

Merry Christmas Everyone


Bill Maher’s recent tweet denigrating Bronco’s quarterback Tim Tebow raised a stink with many Tebow fans and Christians in general.   As the Broncos were getting battered by the Buffalo Bills in last Sunday’s game, Maher tweeted the following:

“Wow, Jesus just f***ed #TimTebow bad! And on Xmas Eve! Somewhere … Satan is tebowing, saying to Hitler “Hey, Buffalo’s killing them,” 

I like Maher, despite his frequent displays of arrogance, but such public badgering of the unabashed christian quarterback only heightens Tebow’s popularity and creates a support base that would perhaps not otherwise exist.

It is understandable why Maher, a professed Atheist, would mock the evangelical quarterback who had scripture quotes in his “eye black” during his college days.

Spreading the gospel to heathen football fans?

The evangelical christian community has seized on Tebow’s public display of his faith and lamely accuses people like Maher who criticize Tebow as evidence of the church’s persecution in this country where nearly 80% of those polled in a Pew survey claim to be Christians.     Some might even think this “outrage” is merely another ploy used by the christian right to get their extreme views aired and further promote their litany of wedge issues like same sex marriage and their hysterical claim about the war on Christmas.

But behaving lamely is sometimes the norm for fanatics, be they the religious sort or not.  Case in point – a FOX sports report claimed that “[Maher’s] tweet prompted some to call for a boycott of [his] HBO show “Real Time with Bill Maher.”

Any casual observer of Maher’s HBO program is fully aware of his popularity with his audience, especially when he goes after “religious crazies” like many of the Muslim hate groups and individuals like Pastor Terry Jones in Gainesville, Florida who wanted to burn Korans or the equally bizarre Fred Phelps of the Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, KS, who gathers at the funerals of dead service men and women proclaiming that “God Hates Fags”.  Tim Tebow’s public prayer hardly poses a threat like these people and so far he has not engaged in attacks on the secular community that I have seen.  However, Maher’s attacks on organized religion are a part of his shtick and few are spared his barbed assaults.

Maher learned his lesson with commercial TV when his late night show, “Politically Incorrect” was summarily dismissed from ABC following comments that right-wing zealots found offensive.  His criticism of the government following 9/11 didn’t let up unlike his competitors on late night TV and he paid for it when “a conservative talk show host in Houston hosted by Dan Patrick urged listeners to complain to two of the show’s advertisers, Sears and Federal Express, who subsequently dropped their ads”.   Maher’s criticism of the government turned out to be the norm for many commentators later when the causes for invading Iraq didn’t pan out as sold by the Bush administration to the public.

Does anyone believe that there are significant numbers that can effect a productive boycott of Maher’s show that airs on non-commercial cable TV?  Who watches the show anyway that hasn’t already been offended by Maher’s criticism of religion?  Unless you are a fan why would anyone subscribe to Maher’s tweet page?  Not that his tweet would empathize with evangelicals but why wouldn’t Maher’s comments evoke a shared sense of how Satan celebrates when humans fail?

Devout beliefs in one category do not necessarily carry over into other domains but far be it for some religious fundamentalists to be deterred in their crusades on the infidels of this world.  In this case at least someone has to be earnestly looking for Bill Maher to offend them and then make it more of a public issue than need be.


In the spirit of the holiday I thought I would keep things light.  Yesterday’s editorial in my local newspaper offers up the perfect commentary for this purpose.  It’s both humorous and somewhat nostalgic.  Merry Christmas to all of you.

‘O, Little Town of Scooby-dooby-doo’

Our editorialist was trapped in a moving automobile last weekend as his wife played a succession of contemporary “Christmas albums” on the car stereo. He said it was enough to make him want to burn his Santa Claus suit.

We know what he means. We are big fans of Christmas music — the traditional carols and the majestic oratorios — but we cannot for the life of us figure out why anyone would want to listen to a rapper spit out the words to “Santa Claus is Coming to Town,” or endure the efforts of an aging crooner as he puts a Las Vegas spin on “The Little Drummer Boy.”

We blame the late Gene Autry for all this. It was Autry, a singing movie cowboy by trade, who recorded “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” in 1949, and we can’t remember a Christmas since then that our ears haven’t been assaulted by some gimmicky holiday song or another, or by an album of “Christmas favorites” butchered by some second-rate singer who shouldn’t be allowed to perform “O, Holy Night” in the shower, let alone in a recording studio.

(Not the least of the crimes Autry is answerable for is the one of insinuating this intruder, Rudolph, into the true, authentic team of Santa Claus’ reindeer as recorded by Clement C. Moore in his classic poem A Visit from St. Nicholas. Children today — even some adults! — labor under the false impression that the bulbous-nosed pretender was an actual colleague of Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder and Blitzen.)

And “Rudolph” is not even the worst of the contemporary Christmas songs. Year after year, composers seem to vie to see who can write the silliest, most insipid lyrics to sell to the gullible holiday trade. We have mothers kissing Santa Claus; we have grandmothers getting run over by reindeer; we have toothless waifs wishing for incisors in their stockings. We rock around the Christmas tree and do the “Jingle-Bell Rock.”

In the spirit of the season, we want to be charitable about this. Irving Berlin’s “White Christmas” is a fine Christmas song, possessed of a lovely melody and beautiful lyrics that evoke memories of Christmases past.

And those of us of a certain age will likely shed a tear each time we hear “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” or “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.” They were written in the darkest days of World War II, and their evocations of soldiers pining for their families back home will have meaning as long as that Greatest Generation lives.

But we could live the rest of our lives happily without hearing Alvin the chipmunk place another order for a hula hoop.

Generally speaking, and with the aforementioned exceptions notably excepted, we say that anyone who has written a “Christmas song” after about 1945 deserves a lump of coal in his stocking, and anyone who sings one of them on a contemporary “Christmas album” is no better than a humbug.

(Now that we think of it, we also issue a special dispensation to “Deck Us All with Boston Charlie,” the great Walt Kelly’s comic-strip carol, as sung by Pogo ’Possum and all his Okefenokee Swamp pals. Now that’s a Christmas song for the ages!)


About two weeks ago I wrote a piece on Frank Capra’s inspiring 1946 film “It’s A Wonderful LIfe”.  Of the two things that I mentioned that have endured in my life from watching that film, one of them recently played itself out for me.  The George Bailey character in the movie, played so marvelously by Jimmy Stewart, was given an opportunity to see what the world would be like had he not been born.  On this aspect of the film I commented:

Most of our actions are daily and seemingly mundane but everyone of us have perhaps said or done something once in our life that has made an impact on another and perhaps altered their life to some degree.  Were we always aware of how our comments and actions are filtered by those we come into contact with, we might weigh them more prudently and less-selfishly.

Today, I stepped out my front door on my way to the mailbox and almost tripped over a beautiful potted Poinsettia.

 I thought at first that a friend of my wife’s had left it for her.  She seems to do a lot of “secret Santa” type stuff each year.  But the note attached to the plant dispelled that notion and left me just a bit astonished.  It had obviously been typed out on a computer printer but it was so informally written as to give me the sense that it was handwritten.  I was moved as I read it.

Thank You!

We have lived on Emerson Lane near Woodrow Wilson Elementary School for the past 15+ years.  During this time, we have driven past your home on our daily commutes to school, work, church grocery stores. (Piggly Wiggly), etc.

Each Thanksgiving our children watched with anticipation for Santa and Mrs. Claus kissing under the huge star on your roof.

It was officially the Christmas season when “Santa and Mrs. Claus by the Pig Store” when(sic) up!

Our kids (twins) are 22 years old now and of course “The Pig Store”” is long gone.

Thank you for providing a Christmas Tradition to our family.

The letter was signed but I’ll withhold it here for reasons that respect the lady’s privacy who signed it.  I do  not recognize her name even though Emerson Lane is a mere two blocks just north of my house.  The “Pig Store” she’s referring to is the Piggly Wiggly grocery store that shut down a little over a year ago.  They simply weren’t profitable enough to compete with Kroger’s nearby and the Super Wal-mart store a few miles from here.  The building remains empty to this day.

“Santa and Mrs. Claus” are two hardwood cutouts my wife bought some 15 plus years ago from an acquaintance who did this type of art work as a hobby, but one that provided a small income for them, especially during the holiday season.  It’s anchored to a front brick facade on my house as seen here.

Santa is holding a sprig of mistletoe over Mrs. Claus’ head to entice her for perhaps a farewell kiss before he summons Rudolph and friends to set out on their annual global trek.

The star on my roof is five strands of miniature lights connected together that I have hand-fashioned into the shape my heretofore unknown admirer and her kids have enjoyed all of these years. I marked the star’s point spots with a colored caulk that matches the roof shingles so I can easily locate them each year without the hassle of trying to successfully achieve each year what I was able to do on my first effort nearly two decades ago.

Several of our friends have commented on the star and one businessman that lived around the block from our home some years ago (and who has since moved) stopped by to ask one day how I had created a star that size that looks reasonably symmetrical in its design.  “Got Lucky”, I told him.  But I made sure that it wouldn’t be luck in the future by marking the star’s points.

Each year as I age it get’s a little tougher to put out the Christmas decorations.  I did stop putting up lights along the front facia trim and up the ridges of the roof because it was just becoming too physically taxing.  I was going to stop laying out the star also but my wife, who really get’s into dressing up the house, keeps encouraging me each year to continue.  I think the fact that so many of her friends comment on it each year makes her feel that it’s important to not let them down.  But it wasn’t until we received this poinsettia and the note that if became clear to me how much something as simple as this not only gave her friends a few weeks of pleasure each time they passed by but how it has become a “Christmas tradition” for an entire family that we have never even met.

I now realize that until my body is completely crippled, I must find the energy each year to put Santa and Mrs. Claus up, stealing a kiss under the make-shift “Star of David”, lest I ruin a moment of delight for a few of my neighbors.  The crass commercialism that this holiday has become a part of has ruined the mood for me as I’m sure it has with most everyone else.  But now there is renewed meaning for me.  One that reaffirms the emotional joy that only children can exude from seeing symbols of the holiday that enable their sense of anticipation for that special morning under the Christmas tree.

Two "kids" and their toy pony


Raised in the Catholic Church and a one-time professed “born again” Christian, I have since discovered through careful historical readings that the fundamentalist views of some Christians today do not always reflect the reality of this system of faith.

 

I hate to come across as a humbug this time of year so if you are in the “Christmas Spirit” and don’t want to be brought down from it, you might want to skip this post until another time.  The subject matter isn’t necessarily related to this “jolly” season but it was a recent letter to the editor in my local newspaper that activated my response here.

Affirming his belief that we should keep the Christ in Christmas, the writer of that letter seems to ignore the fact as many do that though the season is all about the birth of the baby Jesus as described in the new testament, it is in fact NOT the actual birthday of the Nazarene.  Nobody really knows when that is but historical records indicate that some believed it to be the first week in January.

Bruce David Forbes, author of “Christmas: A Candid History,” says those who delay Christmas festivities can take some comfort in the fact that Dec. 25 isn’t the date of the birth of Christ.

When Christians started celebrating his birth in the 300s after the Roman emperor Constantine converted to that religion, they didn’t know the birthdate, so it appears that they picked a day to coincide with Romans’ midwinter celebrations of their own gods. Meanwhile, Christians in more eastern countries, like Turkey and Greece, were already celebrating on Jan. 6.   SOURCE

It seems we have the pagans to thank for this holiest of Christian holidays.

Also, in a news story back in 2008, astronomers speculated that, based on their calculations of when the “star of David” appeared over Bethlehem a couple of thousand years ago, that the birth of Jesus was sometimes in June.  If that notion had been picked up by the Roman Catholic church initially, all of the “White Christmas” references would never have materialized and Santa’s red suit would now be a tropical shirt and shorts attire.

But this isn’t the part of the writer’s letter that rubs me the wrong way.  It is the notion that we are primarily a nation “founded on Judeo-Christian values”.  There is no argument from me that much of what our laws are based on come from the Mosaic laws and are inherently fitted to some core christian values.  But it is distortion of the worst kind, in my opinion, to presume that everyone who came to this country did so to establish Judeo-christian values.

Sure the Pilgrims who landed at Plymouth Rock were escaping religious persecution in England but let’s remember that that rigid group of people had a set of values in many ways that resembled more how the Romans treated early Christians than they did the teachings of Jesus.  The most well-known display of such un-Christian behavior was the innocent killing of people that were hysterically deigned as “witches”.  Fear, not compassion, compelled the actions by which people burned some of their own for alleged heretical beliefs.

Expressing the Christian virtue of Tolerance?

The social structure back in the early colonial days was strictly paternalistic and the legal codes “especially in the Puritan north – served as enforcement arms of religious orthodoxy.”  Women and non-whites were viewed as lesser human beings.

Community leaders acted as stern fathers to the children God had entrusted to their care. Members of the community were supposed to be taught God’s paths for their lives and brought back into the fold when they strayed – but the rod was not spared.

Laws against Quakers were … worse than those against Anabaptists – they could be executed if they dared to return after having been banished. Quakers appear to have been especially feared as threatening to “undermine & ruine” the properly instituted authorities of the colony. Two Quakers were made examples of and hanged in 1659, but they weren’t the only ones.

Blasphemy was another crime which merited swift and harsh punishment – as with the previous examples, any act which might undermine unquestioning faith as promoted by the local religious leaders was regarded as threatening to undermine general social stability. Blasphemers could, at court discretion, be put in the pillory, whipped, have his tongue bored out with a hot iron, or be forced to stand in the gallows with a rope around his neck.  SOURCE

People like this letter writer cherry pick those parts of our socio-religious culture to create an illusion that is a far cry from what life was really like back when.  If they were really so adamant that our nation should reflect the Judeo-christian tradition then they should be putting to death their disobedient children (Deuteronomy 21:18) and punishing bankers that have profited greatly from loans to people of low income. (Deuteronomy 23:19-20, Exodus 22:25, Leviticus 25:35-37)

A closer reading of the founding fathers who put our constitution together will show that many of these men were not great men of faith and many, like Ben Franklin, were Deists, not Christians.  Their primary concerns as they spelled out the laws of this land were based more on property rights than on concepts found in Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount since they were pretty much all land-owning aristocrats and not humble men who “fear the Lord”.

Enjoy your religious holidays and prescribe to those tenants in your faith that reflect compassion and tolerance but don’t presume to be a victim in a society where most people claim to be Christians while giving more support to Wall Street bankers than Occupy protesters and attack all Muslims because of the radical views of a minority.  I can’t be sure, but it’s possible that that is not what the baby Jesus would want.

Related Articles:

The Tea Party, the Constitution and the Founding Fathers: An Argument Without End 

How I Learned to Move Beyond the God of My Religious Upbringing 


It’s Saturday so let’s try a little humor today

I love it when I see ads that have multiple meanings beyond what the advertiser’s were intentionally depicting.  It’s a bonus when they are clever enough to employ a second image in how it’s presented.

Here’s one in my hometown of Denton, Texas with an ad for Babe’s Chicken Dinner House

With the Christmas season upon us, the private sector is always trying to make a connection between their product and services with this popular holiday.  In the heart of the bible belt here the connection is often one that tries to show the commercial interest with the true “reason for the season”, as this billboard sign does as it displays the manger scene where the baby Jesus is surrounded by mom and the step-dad and the 3 wise men.

This one for Babe’s also has the subtle message that one of the most popular “babe’s” in history and the chicken dinner house’s name have something in common.

NO, not this one … 
… this one.

I’m sure the intent here is that when you think of the baby Jesus this time of year, you will also think of the Babe’s Chicken Dinner House ad that exploited the manger scene to promote southern fried cuisine as you make plans where to eat later that evening.

It might be worth noting too that there are no animals in this depiction of the manger scene.  It’s probably not in good taste showing animal meat before they’re slaughtered when you’re trying to make a connection between the reality and your wishes for the season.  Also, an ox and ass are hardly representative of the product that Babe’s serves.

And what about the written message directly above the Babe’s logo?

“Behold, the King of Kings”

Could this be referencing a super size dinner at Babe’s as it is also refers to the “new born king”?

Yes, this billboard ad has some subtle and subliminal messaging going on.  But it may backfire if those who choose to eat at Babe’s also have some reservations about stuffing their face as they are reminded of one of this season’s primary messages that it is better to give than to consume, or something along those lines, as millions go without basic nutritional sustenance around the world.

Or it could well inspire those to acknowledge the little prince of peace as they sit at their table and feast.  “Praise Jesus and pass the mashed potatoes and gravy”.



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