First the joke, I wish I could say there is no truth in this:
What if there were three wise women instead of three wise men?
Do you know what would have happened if it had been three Wise
Women instead of three Wise Men ?
Women would say:
They would have asked directions, arrived on time, helped deliver
the baby, cleaned the stable, made a casserole, and brought
Here’s Men’s rebuttal…..
Yeah, and do you know what they said would have said when they
“Did you see the sandals Mary was wearing with that gown?”
“That baby doesn’t look anything like Joseph!”
“Can you believe they let all of those disgusting animals in the
“I heard that Joseph isn’t even working right now!”
“And that donkey that they are riding has seen better days too!”
“Want to bet on how long it will take until you get your casserole
(copied from JokesFunny)
Christmas is the Dick Cheney of holidays: it purports to be there for noble purposes but blatantly demonstrates wholly unholy ones…
Even though the idea of Christmas can still stir some emotion … I know that it’s based … on nascent hopes I entertained as a child, susceptible to such sentimental catalysts like A Charlie Brown Christmas or Miracle on 34th Street. Rather than imbue me with an optimism that was applicable in every day life, they resulted in emotions wrung out in response to these and other expertly crafted flickering fairy tales; more manipulation for marketing’s sake…
And yet, there is real sensual enjoyment to be gotten from the rituals associated with this time of year: the sight of a humble but gorgeously bedecked Christmas tree; the sound of snow crunching under foot on the way to midnight mass; the perfect timbre of a chorale—all of which makes your soul feel as though it’s being plucked by a universal luthier. You vibrate sympathetically as though your body were answering an ancient call to participate in something bigger than could ever be imagined by the limits of religious iconography or the Made in Taiwan flimsiness of seasonal bunting.
Since the species seems for the most part to be tumbling headfirst into a cyber abyss … it is sentiment rather than intellect which remains the best hope of defining our humanity in this cold consumer culture. While reason may have failed us… our need to find our way through sweet memories of sights, sounds, tastes, touches and smells formed in our youthful, hopeful stages … may be our way back to a more meaningful observation of the holiday…
So why not wallow in or at least savor—if briefly—the sweetness of simplicity and celebrate Christmas within the sentimental realm of the senses? In times like these, it’s the best gift money could never buy.
(by Steven Webber at Huffington Post)