When I (someday) get my book of Christmas stories finished and published, I pledge that:
* Santa will be saying "Ho ho ho!" and "Merry Christmas!".
* Santa will be depicted smoking a pipe, he'll be fat, and he'll even drink too (if I include that story.
) Oh, and he's not above a little bit of gambling either.
* Christmas trees will be called Christmas trees.
* Santa's sleigh will be pulled by real live reindeer (but not by any whose nose glows. Sorry! That gig is owned by somebody else.)
* Elves will be given the respect they deserve.
* There will be magic.
* And more....
You see, I have the one thing that those self-centered attention whore social engineering commissars don't have for other people or ideas.
It's called toleration.
I expect a battle.
Bring it on, biotches....
* Santa will be saying "Ho ho ho!" and "Merry Christmas!".
* Santa will be depicted smoking a pipe, he'll be fat, and he'll even drink too (if I include that story.

* Christmas trees will be called Christmas trees.
* Santa's sleigh will be pulled by real live reindeer (but not by any whose nose glows. Sorry! That gig is owned by somebody else.)
* Elves will be given the respect they deserve.
* There will be magic.
* And more....
You see, I have the one thing that those self-centered attention whore social engineering commissars don't have for other people or ideas.
It's called toleration.
I expect a battle.
Bring it on, biotches....
