The Christmas excommunication of Ray
Although it came as no surprise. For he knew it had to come. Still, hearing the words put punctuation on the ordeal. Thee official excommunication from the social justice politically correct and moral outrage Committee of the moment. And so this was it. The final nail. The final insult. The last slap to a face that had seen far too many slaps in far too short a time.
Have you any words in your defense, heretic?
The well-groomed and well purchased sneer came out as a leathery whip from the speaker.
My words are not for a defense. They are for a fact. I have always had the Christmas spirit. I have never felt the need to relegate it to a handful of days apart from the many days that I live it.
So even in this hour you admit to your crimes of not celebrating the days of Christmas!
The light in the speaker's eyes would lead you to believe that a great fact had been displayed at that moment. The great justification!
I keep to the faith all year-long. I give unto the needy what need I am capable of giving, in all seasons. I praise unto my Lord by whatever name he chooses to be called. To whatever man chooses to follow or not in his own way and his own time.
Blasphemer! What of the shopkeepers? What of the Commerce!? How can you, a holy man ignore the blessed Christmas specials?!
The Inquisitor was reviled. As if touched by a stench.
Oh Rest Ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. Some of the best gifts to be given are a hand or a smile in April. Jingle the Bells over dinner in June. Deck the halls with compassion in August.
Even in your own attrition you show your guilt. Not once a mention of an expensive name brand gift!
True, true, I have no gift to buy parumpapumpum. None for your shiftless eyes parumpapumpum. But I play a drum for you parumpapumpum. For you Inquisitor parumpapumpum, on my drum, when I come, parumpapumpum.
No, demon! I will have none of that non-materialistic tapestry. I will have gold, gifts, I will have the merchandising world laid at my feet. The feet of the chosen! As for you heretic! What will you have in these last of your days Christmas?!
On the first day of Christmas my true Lord gave to me. Freedom from ones such as thee. On the second day of Christmas my true lord gave to me. A year-long heart and freedom from ones such as thee.
By the power of price tag! I cast you out!
On the third day of Christmas my true Lord gave to me. Adoration all the year, year-long heart, and the freedom from ones such as thee.
The blow was explosive. Driven of such an emotion then even the Inquisitor was to be shocked by it. In the ensuing silence the shockwaves echoed into that silence. Almost lost at first but growing in volume. As could be heard through swelling lips and then to sing.
Dahoo Doray, Dahoo Doray, welcome Christmas, Christmas time. Dahoo Doray, Dahoo Dory Christmas time in our hearts and in our Minds.
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I wasn't going to write. I was going to get out of the game clean. But people like Sayana, Bruce Newman, and York Campbell pulled me back in. Lol Merry Christmas everybody. Next month Merry Christmas everyone, following month Feliz Navidad my people, the month after that joyous wishes to all in cheer, etc etc eternal
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