tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735620326044265933.post5468788535192060325..comments2023-06-29T02:06:12.371-07:00Comments on Pamela N Red: Ho Ho HumPamela Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13009280679111098479noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735620326044265933.post-69169729766324529482009-11-29T10:46:42.569-08:002009-11-29T10:46:42.569-08:00I feel about Christmas as you do. And have for wel...I feel about Christmas as you do. And have for well night 30 years. I liked my mother's Christmas day dinner, and my spouse and I cook a fair one ourselves. Butterflied New Zealand leg of lamb cooked in 20 minutes under the grill. Serve with mustard sauce and garnish with rosemary, which grows like a weed around here.<br /><br />I liked to go to church on Christmas eve or Christmas day morning -- and still do. I liked interacting with my parents and helping my mother. I can sing and love to join in the carols. But my siblings turned into jerks around Christmas, even violent jerks. I came to dread the holiday season.<br /><br />And I came to detest the way Christmas has come to privilege having things over loving people, over the ties that bind, over the permanent things.<br /><br />For a few years now, I have received every Christmas a decent book from the wife of a man who assaulted me several years ago. When I write to her about this assault, I am told that she tears my letters up unread. She won't write or Email me in any way. She somehow thinks that by spending $25 at Waldenbooks, then including the book in her annual Christmas mailing to my family, that that will somehow bury the hatchet. This woman has a science Ph.D. from a fine USA university. But when it comes to nurturing the ties that bind, she is clueless.<br /><br />The right winger William F Buckley wrote that he would rather be governed by the first 5000 names in the Boston telephone book than by the Harvard faculty. I can only agree.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com