He Who Must Not Be Named

No other holiday has been so mistreated. Does anyone celebrate…

Martin Luther X Day
St. X Day, or…
The Fourth of X Day?

What chaos would erupt if some Islamic observance were so casually abbreviated?

Actually, it really wouldn’t matter what the day was called if it were honored rather than an excuse for roller derby shopping. Yeah, there’s more holiday in Christmas than You-know-who in the holiday.

Advent heralds the birth of He Who Must Not Be Named. Not the birth of X.

Of course, our Brethren of the Holy Abbreviation are eager to adopt the archaic X to represent the Greek initial of… Him (which simply sounds like an excuse to kick off Xmas mass with Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer).

Algebraically, X represents the unknown. Perhaps the shorthand is not so much a slight as it is a question in search of meaning:

Christmas = [Xmas – $$$$]
Solve for X

Fabled pirate maps would chart a course to wealth untold with only an X to mark the spot.

But our Xmas quest begins “In the beginning God…”, winds through Isaiah’s “For unto us a child is born…”,  and revealed by angelic proclamation in Luke’s manger.

His Father invites us to celebrate, consecrate, or marvel in silence.

Missing: Have You Seen Me?
Won’t be long before holiday motorists will slap their rear-ends with: You Can’t Spell Festivus Without St. Nicholas.

The Promise: Emmanuel
Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel.