Merry Christmas you’ll. Be it happy or sad, it still ain’t about me or you.
Another Christmas day is rapidly approaching, and with it, another year of outcry from the so-called culturally elite .
No Christmas tree allowed at the statehouse in Rhode Island. Arkansas school children prohibited from watching “A Charlie Brown Christmas” because an atheist parent objects to the scene in which Linus quotes from Luke 2. Nativity scenes banned across the country.
All of this flap over the celebration of the birth of Christ brought back a Christmas memory that always makes me smile.
The year must have been 1968 or ’69. Our neighbors erected the first life-size (or nearly so) Nativity scene that I had ever seen in their front yard. It was really something. Stable built with sawmill slabs, floored with hay, and characters arranged (which were lighted for night-time viewing) around the manger. It was a lot of work and quite a spectacle, especially since we lived way out…
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