my gal did something absolutely crazy today:  she went to the mall to do some christmas shopping.  as a cat, i have to admit that i really haven’t the foggiest idea why going to the mall is part and parcel of celebrating christmas.  as a matter of fact, i haven’t the foggiest about christmas.  is this a day for consuming?  is it a day for lighting up the house?  is it part 2 of thanksgiving with food, family and friends?   i feel like i should know more, but the lights and shopping don’t really interest me.  food is good, but really, what’s all the fuss?

when the gal came in, she told me about seeing a woman carry her little boy up to an old white man with long hair and red clothes.  she said the old man was sitting on a throne and he was patting his knees so the woman would know where she was supposed to deposit the child.  at this point in the story my skin was crawling.  it sounded like the woman was going to sacrifice her boy to the old man who must have been a king or a god of some kind.  and it sounded like the god was going to play with his prey by making him sit still before eating him.  the little boy seemed to know this was his end, so he let out a yell that could be heard from one end of the mall to the other.  he kicked, he screamed, he fought his mother and the god like his life depended on it, because apparently it did.  no one helped the boy.  no one stopped the unfolding horror.  instead, the woman told him to stop screaming and sit still!!!

friends, if this is christmas, i want none of it.  i’m pretty sure that jesus’ mom never took him to see that man.    purr, y’all.