"Happy Holidays!" the store clerk announced as John Thunderburk picked up his wife's pantsuit that had been hung on a hanger and covered by a red, plastic Macy’s bag. He started to walk away from the counter to go home to be with his family on Christmas Eve, but something bothered him. The sermons at his church about keeping Christ in Christmas and how Christmas’ continued evolution toward a secular holiday were getting to him. He felt he had to take a stand and defend Christian family values. He was edgy, irritable, because the whole world seemed to be turning Christmas into a mere winter holiday. "Merry CHRIST-mas!" John shouted as he walked away from the sales clerk—giving the word “Christ” a little extra emphasis to show her he meant business—and then began mumbling mostly under his breath. "Can't you just say, 'Merry Christmas'? Or since we're working for a big corporation, we have to say something generic so as to not affect the stoc...
by Chris Rainey. This is a blog of my journaling, essays, opinion pieces, religious satire, and creative writing.