Christmas with proles

Why do people sing, in front of young children, that stupid song about Grandma getting run over by a reindeer? Is it out of selfish thoughtless or just garden variety stupidity? Doesn't anyone care about the magic and wonder of childhood innocence and imagination anymore? About anything besides their own immediate gratification and ridiculous impulses? No wonder so many whites don't have a problem mixing with the barbarians these days. They cannot tell the difference. I should hand out copies of Neil Postman's The Disappearance of Childhood this year.

Bah, humbug.