We are now safely into January, so I wanted to come up with an image that depicted my general misgivings about the secular “holiday” season that we’ve just come through, featuring the morbidly obese corporate shill Santa Claus, as well as the charmingly cherubic drunkard Baby New Year sidling up for some Epiphany feast, often traditionally symbolized as a cake.
They are promptly blasted by divine light, complete with a traditional star symbol, and are suitable awed.
This being St. Benedict’s Table, I’m sure they would still be welcome to share in the feast, once they have recovered themselves…
