I’ve been saving this little goodie for a month and had forgotten about it, when I just saw it in my inbox.
I was on the Drudge Report a few months ago when I saw this obvious typo below. Drudge doesn’t make these very often, so it was fun.
I’m not entirely sure what “car urine” is, but it must be that small puddle of water that appears under your car in the summer after you’ve been running your air conditioner. I never tried to smell it, though.
All of these interesting plants represent the Christmas season in some way. We have all seen bright red Poinsettias in every house or church, kissed under some mistletoe, or sung the words, “deck the halls with bows of holly.” They are pretty green plants in the middle of Winter. But did you know these plants also have something else in common?
All three are poisonous. Yep, that is right, they will make you go poo-poo something awful. That is, if they don’t kill you. The one you have probably heard the story about most is actually the least deadly. Poinsettia can give you a pretty painful stomachache, but that is about all. The other two can put you in the hospital with some serious vomiting and a case of the fire-pigoo.
Add to the mix that mistletoe is a vampire. Mistletoe grows as a sap-sucking parasite in tree branches. Of course, that inspires you to let your loved one suck on your own face as you stand beneath it this yuletide.–Ryan
Christmas lights are actually one of my favorite parts of the whole season. When it comes time to set up the tree and other decorations, I enjoy heading outside and getting all the lights up on the outside of the house. I like driving through the streets of town and seeing other people’s houses decorated as well. It can be beautiful.
But, then there are displays like this, and every neighborhood has one—one wonderful family that ruins it all for the whole block. I know, because this video was taken in my own neighborhood:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qhj1ghyq44Q
About a mile from my house is an area of a few blocks where all the houses are decorated with a common theme. One of the highlights of the season is driving down that block. It is peaceful. It is serene. There are houses with lighted reindeer, houses with lights on almost every square inch of the roof, and there are homes with cardboard cutouts of snoopy and inflatables all over the lawn.
You know what you won’t see in that neighborhood? Blinking lights. That’s right. No one has ever said, “Wow, that house with all the blinking lights really makes me feel all warm inside and peaceful.”
The blinking lights send a different message entirely: “Gamble Here!” When anyone turns down the main street to my neighborhood, the first sight they see is much less O Holy Night and far more Live Dancing Girls.
There is a reason that light red blink-inducing bulb comes in a hermetically sealed bag when open your new stringlights. It is a warning. If you want your lights to cause seizures, keep it inside your own house, and stop terrorizing your neighborhood.–Ryan
I generally like Saint Nick, particularly the German version who either rewards good children with fruit or takes them to sell into slavery. But as I don’t want to sound too much like Dwight Shrute, I will let that be.
My issue with Santa is actually quite extensive. First, there is the typical complaint that Santa is a huge distraction from the whole point of Christmas, and while that is definitely true, I am not a big enough grinch to advocate kicking Santa entirely out. But there has been a clear effort to kick Jesus out of his own birthday party.
When I was a child, my mom told me that Santa was good, but that Jesus was the real reason to celebrate Christmas. Now we have “progressed” to the point where even acknowledging Christmas at all is frowned upon generally. Instead, we call it Holiday. But, while Jesus has been largely thrown out of the party, Santa is still allowed.
The problem is that Mr. Claus is pretty much an anti-Jesus figure in many ways. Santa makes a list and checks it twice in order to separate the good children from the children whom Santa’s NSA network has built a strong enough case against. The children who have acquired enough good karma are rewarded with gifts.
The story of Jesus is that He came to give free gifts to those who especially don’t deserve it. Jesus is specifically showing the message that God is not making a list and checking it twice. This is especially true when you exegete the song a bit. If he is “making a list and checking it twice,” then he is specifically doing it to properly identify the bad kids. If he were only checking his list once with the kid’s behavior, then some kids who were naughty might actually get gifts anyway. Instead, he is making doubly sure to weed out the bad. But God in Christ, is sowing grace prodigally.
But Santa is even more confusing than that. In my childhood, we lived in a house for a while that had a fake fireplace which had been boarded up years ago. I was very concerned about how Santa would get in. My mom offered to keep the door unlocked, a proposition that I felt was unsafe. She told me that Saint Nick had his secret ways. That led to a realization, and many sleepless nights.
Santa is basically the same as a cat burglar. He sneaks in through the chimney or some other weak point in the home. He brings a giant bag, and only enters if everyone is properly asleep. He has the perfect getaway vehicle. At the end of the night he will sneak out of the country. He goes by several assumed names, and he has been casing your family for a long time.
The fact that Santa leaves things instead of taking them is a minor detail he may work out at any time. And how do we know he hasn’t actually been stealing stuff for years. You know all those socks you think the clothes dryer has been swallowing? You can’t prove that he hasn’t been taking them all along.–Ryan
I know that I might upset a few people with this one, but really when has that ever stopped me…
I have always been kind of a bah-humbug type when it comes to much of the Christmas festivities. I could do without most of it, and skip the entire month of December entirely. And I am not alone. Many people feel this way. We are all just afraid to say it. Why, you ask? It is because all of the Christmas Nazis out there will shame us as if we threatened all of existence by not liking the holiday.
Now, let me make myself clear. I love the idea of celebrating the birth of Christ. I like spending time with friends and family, and I have some fond memories from my childhood. I also do not wish to ruin other people’s joy in any way.
But that being said, there are a few things I need to get off my chest. Let’s call them my 12 Gripes of Christmas:
Christmas music is terrible. There, I said it, and I won’t take it back. Yes, yes, there are some really good songs that are emotionally powerful, and some fun to sing. But the only reason that any of us enjoy most holiday songs at all is that we have heard them every single year for our entire lives…every year…for a month straight.
Think about that. If you imagine your five favorite songs of all time, would you really want to hear them every year for a month non-stop? Would you like to hear the Beatles Day in the Life as an all-instrumental version in every mall? How about Billy Jean done by the cast of Duck Dynasty? And these are actually good songs. Instead we get to listen to:
The 12 Days of Christmas: A twelve-verse hymn consisting of a lover gifting his beloved with wildly inappropriate items such as farm animals, overly expensive jewelry for every finger, and apparently slaves. I don’t care who you are, if you love me please do not gift me with maids-a-milking. I do not need that much cow juice, I have nowhere to put the accompanying cows, and owning another person has been illegal since the Civil War.
No one knows all the words to this song, and no one wants to hear this song all the way through. It should be permanently banned and used only for torturing terrorists. If you think about it, there is nothing even remotely Christmas-y about this song except that the writer wants to inform you that the obsessive stalker is using this particular holiday as the cover for his psychotic behavior.
Baby It’s Cold Outside: This is a more recent addition to the songbook, after people started looking frantically for years in desperation for a new Christmas song that is halfway decent. “Decent” is probably the worst word to use to describe this song.
All one has to do is read the lyrics in order to see that this song is about a man trying to use every means at his disposal to get this somewhat unfamiliar girl to stay with him overnight, including: giving her a spiked drink, bribing her with cigarettes, frantically changing the subject, flattering her, and indirectly threatening her life. If a man talked like this to your daughter, there would probably be a homicide. And we listen to this on the Christian music station. Also, this song doesn’t mention Christmas even once.
We Wish you a Merry Christmas: This song does get bonus points for mentioning Christmas—over and over and over again. Essentially, that is all the song points out, at first. The bulk of the song is just “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.” It is a festive sentiment, meant to evoke the idea of some carolers coming door-to-door singing.
But once the listener opens the door, we realize that this is actually a home invasion robbery. The second verse demands, now that we are successfully inside, that you bring us plenty of food (and everyone knows how much we love figgy pudding) or else we will trash the place.–Ryan