Not Offended by Christmas
How The War Against Mangers and Menorahs Began
The thing is, I remember Christmas.
I mean, real Christmas.
I was born in 1962. Which means that by 1966 or 1967 or so…I was aware that something magical happened to the world, at least to our world in America, in the middle of Winter.
By the time I was in kindergarten, I had some names for what was happening all around me at these wonderful times, and …


