It's the most wonderful time of the year; at least that's what the song wants us to believe. But, I'm here to talk about the darker side of Christmas. The evil that only makes itself known in December. No, I'm not talking about all the bad songs we have to endure. I'll save those for another post. I'm talking about evil so squalid it reeks of the armpits of a thousand demons. Evil so maniacal, so ruthless it makes Satan run away screaming like a little girl.
In the dark of the night, when the frosty air has left its breath across the fields, and children are tucked quietly under tufted quilts, the horror begins. That's when Baby Jesuses in nativity scenes all over the world are being ripped from their little, hallowed nests of hay. The reports of lordnappings have already began to trickle in, so I thought somebody should keep track of them. Then I thought that somebody should be me. I feel it's my duty. So, every time I read a news report of a pilfered Baby J from a nativity scene, I'll post my counter. So far I've read about...
I obviously have an over abundance of free time.