The annual rant is upon us: Thanksgiving is still weeks away, and already the stores are full of Kristmas Krap. (As opposed to Christmas decorations, which are lovely and which show up at the appropriate season.) So a friend and I were talking about the symbols of Christmas, and how they shape the way we think about it. And I confessed, for the umpteenth time, that I just can’t relate to the Baby Jesus. I’m not a mom, never wanted... Read more