I'm Jewish, and I've been fortunate to learn about Christmas from wonderful friends, who welcome me into their celebrations, teach me about their faith beyond the popular public stereotypes, and understand a little better how gentle and kind the holiday can be.
In fact, from what I've been able to gather, the phrase, "final clearance" doesn't even appear in the Gospels. Nor do they mention the Beverly Center's "Hunky Santa and the Candy Cane Girls". The report is courtesy of the Los Angeles Times, or more specifically, from their "Health." (I know, I know, strip-aerobics is an exercise thing, I'm a prude, yadda yadda.)
Maybe I'm being offended on behalf of my friends, and maybe they're not offended at all. It's just that, it's one thing to try to make every last dime on the holiday; it's another thing entirely to turn a sacred celebration into a festival of soft porn.
And I can tell you this: if they were pushing "Passover Pin-Ups," I'd be picketing.
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