The other day I overheard some grumbling Grinches say how glad they were that Christmas only came once a year. I think their cold hearts were standing to close to the warm Christmas Spirit from passing shoppers. I listened at length to so many others who were hustling and bustling that day. One spoke of how they weren’t sure if they’d ever get the house clean enough for visiting family members, or how long it was going to take to make all the goodies. It sounded like they were hoping it would all be over soon so they could go back to relaxing. As if being afraid to say Merry Christmas, or substituting X-mas for Christmas, wasn’t bad enough. Are we going to start spelling Christmas, C-h-a-o-s?