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November 27, 2003 11:35 AM
The other day, I was getting grumpy because the building I work in is now completely decorated for Christmas. I was grumbling about "blah blah commercialism blah blah holiday stress blah blah can't they even wait until after Thanksgiving blah blah." And then the next morning, as I was riding up the escalator from the BART station, I looked up at the sky and saw God. He was all big and glowy and smiling. (He's not really a "he," by the way. I just call him that.) And I said, "Wassup God? I don't see you like this in the financial district very often." And he said, "Well, they only invite me once a year." He pointed to the Christmas tree in the lobby of my building. Ancient magic takes a long time to die. "Christmas Trees" were designed to be lightening rods for God. Happy Thanksgiving! |
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