DEAR readers,

In more than ten years, I have never made an urgent and desperate appeal to readers of this blog. But I am making one now. I am on my knees.

What do I ask?

I urgently ask you to prepare for the best Christmas you have ever had in your life.

Please make this the greatest and most wonderful Christmas. Please do this out of love for your country, out of love for Christmas itself.

The best Christmas is not necessarily the most outwardly festive Christmas.

It may not have the most guests, the most presents, the most decorations, the most delicious things. It may not be the best-funded Christmas. The Nativity is a scene of abject poverty, not wealth. The best Christmas might be filled with heavy crosses or dozens of small crosses. Do you think the shepherds had it easy?  Do you think when they saw the angel their lives were a bed of roses? Do you think they celebrated with their families with roast beef and chocolate? I’m sure their families thought they were nuts! The best Christmas may include worry, insecurity, disappointment, anger, irritation — the whole grab bag of black emotions.

Please bear those crosses and overcome your worst.

Please fill your heart with wonder. Let these miseries transform you. They are your Christmas.

Did God in all his unthinkable majesty so lower himself to become a small, helpless baby only so that you could have great parties and laugh? I mean, seriously. Or did he so lower himself to show us that the greatest acts of love may be small and extremely humbling?

You may very well be humbled now. You face what seems to be a void where Christmas should be.

You have been stripped by creepy, technocratic dictators and the millions of petty, civilian tyrants who have emerged to enforce their new cult of hyper-hygienism of the things that normally make Christmas joyful. You are perhaps as helpless as a helpless baby.

Defy these ogres. Do you think they have stigmatized festivities — and conditioned people to accept it, and even welcome it, with medical lies — because festivities are frivolous? Do you think they have demonized them because Christmas joy is no threat to their power? Defy them. Seek the source of Christmas joy.

Exercise deep within your cynical, overstimulated heart, surrounded as it us by the pervasive sentimentalities, falsehoods and merchandising of pseudo-Christmas, the virtues of a poor and simple child at Christmastime or a peasant on a hillside at night, with a great being among the teeming stars overhead. Fill yourself with wonder — as hard as it may be to achieve that state of innocence now. Cultivate it.

For nothing — and no one — can change the fact that God so loved you to become like you.

No government edict and no bossy hypochondriacs will ever wipe away the memory of that Child in a miserable manger, infinitely and inconceivably superior to everything they are.

I promise to help you with some music. So far, they have not taken that away. And they will never take it away.

Prepare for the best Christmas of your life. That’s an order, not a request!

Thank you.

— Comments —

NJ Catholic writes:

I choose to obey your executive order to make this the best Christmas ever.

We have an excellent opportunity to enhance Advent just two days from now, on the patronal feast of the United States, the Immaculate Conception of Mary.  Permit me to share a story.

I’ve always advocated for the Sunday observance, and its application to Holy Days as well, even if we do not have a Mass to attend. At my previous place of employment I always took the holy days off, using paid vacation days to compensate. However, my present employment does not offer paid vacation days, and like most people I know, finances are particularly tight this year. It is clear what God’s Will is, as it is a precept of the Church, to abstain from servile work and observe the day as though it were Sunday.

My faith was weak, and I wavered, justifying to myself that this year was different, and that God and Our Lady would understand if I worked on the holy day. The Immaculate Conception is also the day I renew my Consecration to Mary each year, using the 33-day preparation method of St. Louis de Montfort. Then a few days ago I received a card from a friend in honor of the Consecration, inside which she enclosed a check. She knows of my financial woes, but not of my quandary about taking the day off. The check covers almost exactly what I would have earned had I worked. So I am taking the day off.

That’s my contribution to your suggestions. The Holy Virgin is the patroness of this country, and how we need her prayers at this time.

Hurricane Betsy writes:

Even for those buying the germ theory, this is nuts:  Church fined $32,000 in Kanuckistan for holding drive-in services. (See here and here.)

The utterances of the judge are bizarre. A week ago, the chief Medical Officer said that the reason to not allow drive-in services is, wait for it, that the owners of the car might be inviting persons not from his household to attend the drive in services along with them.   Guilty until proved innocent, I guess.  They are scraping the bottom of the barrel in their attempts to outlaw Christmas.

Re your order to have a great Christmas, observing its true meaning: I intend to do so.  Hope you will as well — with a houseful of people who don’t live with you.

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