Much ado has already been made about the removal of Christmas from the retail landscape this year. Politicians, preachers and pundits have harangued and humbugged about the use of "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas."
Enter Georgia Gov. Sonny Perdue's Press Office and the case of the premature press release. Last Friday - while the governor was out of the state, it should be noted - his flacks fired off an announcement about the lighting of the "Holiday Tree" at the Governor's Mansion. Thirty minutes later, a revised press release went out that included this line: "Due to a politically correct staff brain-freeze, the Press Office erroneously used the word 'Holiday tree' to describe the coniferous flora that the Governor and First Lady will light this Sunday night. It is, in fact, a Christmas tree. The staffer responsible can be contacted at PO Box 432, Anchorage Alaska, 99501."
The governor's Spokesman Dan McLagan took full responsibility for the incident, refusing to name the frozen brain that was actually responsible for press release.
In the days since the erroneous e-mail was sent last Friday, the story has bounced around to various media outlets across the nation.
And it got me thinking.
Why not rename Christmas? After all, when was the last time much of the world really considered it a religious holiday anyway?
Here are my proposed names:
What-happened-to-my-credit-limit-day; Who-bought-me-this-junk-day; Too-much-food-in-the-belly-day; It's-too-hot-to-be-December-day; I-miss-high-school-football-day; I'm-glad-I-only-see-these-people-once-a-year-day
Pick one and drop me a line. If one gets enough support, maybe we can get the Governor's press office to push for an official change in the state. Or if you have a better name for Dec. 25, send it too. Who knows? Maybe we can all celebrate All-inclusive-We-love-everyone-Don't-eat-meat-Where's-the-remote-Give-me-my-presents-and-your-presents-too-day.
Shifting gears (sort of), please don't forget about our Angel Tree at The Mirror. We've got a couple of dozen names of local needy children just waiting for you to brighten their Christmas.
The process is simple: Call Janet (597-0335) or come by The Mirror, pick an Angel and make a few purchases. Some folks do a little. Some folks do a lot. Either way, it's more than these children would be getting otherwise and that's what it's all about.
Meanwhile, this weekend is a big one for me. It marks six years of marriage for Miriam and I, and there are times I'm still not sure why she ever said yes.
Hardly a week goes by that someone doesn't ask me how she can put up with me constantly revealing her secrets in The Mirror each week.
It's simple. She's got a great sense of humor, plus she has a straightforward way of looking at my musings: As long as what I write is the truth, there's not a lot she can say about it.
And that's the truth.