Santa brings the Baby Jesus

Officemate's best friend has just started her first year at seminary. She is struggling with "how can I be a leader in the church as a female." She writes Officemate. Officemate tells me. (No doubt because she's wondering which button it will push. I hate that I am so easily played for the entertainment of others.)

While privately I wonder why she hadn't thought about this prior to starting seminary, I said something silly like, "Yet another reason I won't be taking to the cloth any time soon. Along with the general lifestyle issues like getting called to prisons and hospitals and other family emergencies all hours of the day and night."

"You know it's not the emergencies that are the problem," Officemate said. (Her mother is a minister.) "It's the grudges, like the people who call complaining about the Santa at the early Xmas service."

"You have Santa at your Xmas service?" I asked, aghast.

"Of course," she said, "he brings the Baby Jesus."

"That beats the hell out of the stork!" I replied.

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