The Infidel Sends Well-Wishes

When I was twelve years old, my mother, sister and I went on a secular tour of Israel. We visited a large number of Christian, Jewish and Muslim holy sites. One such a site was the church in Bethlehem where Jesus was born. These days, the area is patrolled by Palestinian police and (I think) members of the public are no longer allowed to enter the church. Maybe they are, I don’t know exactly. The point is, I’m glad I had the opportunity to see a place that so many millions of people deeply appreciate on a spiritual level. And today is Christmas, and though I am a heathen, I thought I’d share that little tidbit of personal history with you as a lead-in for my wishing all those who celebrate a Merry Christmas.

For all those who celebrate, “Merry Christmas!”

I went out with Sari and Phoebe and Leon last night. Dressed as a giant stuffed mouse. Little Joy didn’t know what to make of me, I think. The hipsters tried to keep their walls up, but the plush mouse suit brought out long-dormant feelings of genuine happiness from many jaded douchebags. A bunch of them even asked to pose for pictures with me: