I posted the following as a comment on a friend's Facebook post about the true meaning of Christmas:

But... but, the true meaning of Christmas IS Santa and Rudolph and Tiny Tim and Bob Cratchet and Ebenezer Scrooge even. Also lotsa gifts under a richly embellished, fresh-cut pine tree and tinsel and old movies like "Miracle on 32nd St." and Bing Crosby singing "White Christmas" and cheesy cards from all our friends and relatives and stockings (of all things) filled with treats and gifties hanging from the mantle (real or faux) and a zillion lights strung all over the outside of every house and bell-ringing beggars at every door of every store and junk mail from stores you never go to and 'adorable' little Holiday programs in school gymnasiums that you have to go to 'cause you know a kid who will be crushed if you don't show up and also buy them a toy for Christmas. That's a little of what I know as the meaning of Christmas.

Merry Christmas to all. ☺☺☺☃☃♡♡