War On Christmas-Day Four

Yes!
I went down to Gimbles at lunchtime-the place was teeming with youngsters lined-up to sit on Farther Christmas' lap. Loudly, I announced for all to hear,

"There is no Father Christmas, and this fellow is a junkie that spends his evening hours turning tricks at Times Square. Furthermore, there's no God either. Happy Holidays."

Score another one for Dewey.