So It Begins

Letter from the Editor

Hey, dudes and ladies. It's been a rather hectic November, has it not? We've all been very busy around the school, which kind of explains our lack of a presence on this blog. (And really, I'm kind of running this blog alone at this point. Eh. C'est la vie.)

As you may have noticed, it's almost Christmas.

Yay.

Christmas is not a good time for some of us bloggers. There's the ubiquitous family gatherings, the turkey, the consumerism, the devil worship. Eh. You know how it is.

So in honor of that, we are posting! There will be a lot of ranting about the holidays. some very enthusiastic articles, and maybe an in depth discussion of why Satan is Santa. It's still relevant, guys. Still relevant.

-Glinda, Witch of the North

Here Comes Santa Claus

For me, that is the most ominous song of the season. The very mention of that title sends a shiver down my spine and curdles my blood. Why? Because Santa Claus is coming. HE'S COMING, GUYS. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. And if that doesn't terrify you, nothing else can or will.

Christmas is the season of rampant consumerism, and it starts just after Thanksgiving. Think about it. We spend an entire day with our friends and family talking about how thankful we are to have each other and how family is important and all that stuff, and then the very next day we get up at o dark thirty to stand in line for hours on end to buy stuff.

And then we spend the next month buying things. I swear to god, Christmas was only invented to boost our struggling economy.

No, that's not right. It was invented to overshadow Saturnaelia, a pagan festival around the same time of the year. Tell ya, the Church is everywhere in world history.

Not to mention the month of ads about Christmas blowout sales and all these good deals. Really; the only commercials that I want to see are the ones for the third Hobbit movie. Because that will most likely be good and not annoy the crap out of me.

Also, I have to spend too much time with my family. My family doesn't play well together and I find it annoying that I have to continue to spend time with them. As if Thanksgiving wasn't enough, I now have to suffer through the oyster stew and arguments another time, all under the pretense of family unity and the spirit of Christmas.

Like, can we just not?