I’ve been here 18 years and have suffered through some weird thematic Christmases: a Honolulu Christmas, a Pulp Fiction Christmas, a Muslim Christmas, Moroccan Christmas, Mo Rocca Christmas. I don’t want it. Christmas is Christmas is Christmas is Christmas… I don’t want no Kwanzaa wreath. I don’t need a dreidel in my face. That’s its own thing. And who’s that black Santa for? I don’t care! I know Santa ain’t black. I could care less! I want Christmas! Just give me plain, baby-Jesus-lying-in-a-manger Christmas!