pitchers tuck by buddy don: tiz the season

to me it seems lack xmas has turnt into one of the mos pagan of all offishull halldays: ye gut yer tree worship frum them druids n yer santas, witch everbidy lacks to git into that ack, but they aint gut nuthin to do with the jesus in the bible fer as i kin see. tiz a puzzle how them that claims to foller jesus squares the materialism of xmas with jesus sayin this:

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:

But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

the two idees dont hardly seem to fit. meanwhile, heres santa his ownself, perusin the daily news while waitin fer a train ...



as fer teachin yer children, as the song sez, ye kin see a good mix of commershillisum n santa on this lil gurls hed (ifn ye caint read it, whut it sez is 'commerce bank')...



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