Grocery store. Sports store. Mall. Movie theater. You name it-the clerks are tight-lipped this year. Intimidated. No Merry Christmas! No Happy Holidays! Have a nice day, if you’re lucky.

It’s December. It’s ‘that’ time of year. Just hand over the credit card.

President sends his season’s greetings, and the card is taken apart by the recipients and by pundits who are sour graped about not getting any cards at all. Ho!

Hey! You got a card! Just put it on the mantel with the others. Put religous cards on the right side, and secular cards on the left (or right in the flames of the fireplace where those pagans are gonna end up any way).

Or hide the religous cards behind the jolly cards (have you noticed religous cards are never jolly?) so your secular friends won’t know you have religous family and friends or even the occasional religous leaning yourself.

Well. 2005 is almost over. I’m tired of being right or left. I’m tired of being red or blue.

Just call me purple.

Peace and Love, Dahlings.