Let me state clearly: I love Christmas. The presents; the food; the Eureka, Warehouse 13 and Doctor Who specials; pretending to understand Kwanzaa. I don’t even mind the religious part because there’s a good chance Jesus broke his mom’s hymen on the way out, and if you’re Catholic, then he put himself “up in her” in the first place.
But, no matter how much I get into the spirit (gin), I … that is to say … well, I just can’t get into the War on Christmas.
There. I said it. Continue reading Take it from Snee: War on Christmas Journal