He Who Must Not Be Named

No other holiday is 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 quick to correct that the archaic X represents the Greek initial of… Him. Which simply sounds like an excuse to lead off Xmas mass with Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.

Algebraically, X represents the unknown. Perhaps the equation is not so much a statement but a question in search of meaning: Christmas = [Xmas – $$$$]. Solve for X.

Fabled maps revealed a path to long sought loot with an X to mark the spot. The Xmas quest begins “In the beginning…”  and winds through Isaiah’s “For unto us a child is born…”  to the Treasure found in a 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.