I attended the organization Christmas party the week before last. Up to that point, I was fairly pleased with our new director. Where he had a history of longwindedness, he was more terse as director. But he did make sure to give a brief speech at the party. Then he said (I’m paraphrasing) this: “… I wish you a Merry Christmas. That’s right, not holidays, but Christmas.” —claps and whistles from a handful of mouth-breathers— “This time of year, I am reminded of (some thing or other) and A Charlie Brown Christmas…” He then goes on about the meaning of Christmas according to the theology of Linus. I wondered if it was fitting that he so embrace the philosophy of a preschooler with security blanket issues.
Then it all made sense.