Fantastical Fundraising

Don't get me wrong. I love Christmas and the winter solstice, the season of hope and of light, the second most joyous of the year's celebrations for me as a Christian and that point when the wheel is turning almost imperceptibly toward the light of spring even as Mother Earth lays 
dormant in her season of restorative slumber. But come on. It was freakin' September. (Regular readers of this column will know this is one of my major gripes.)