The X-mas Faq

Q.) What is Christmas, Max?
A.) That’s “Dr. Burbank”. The word Christmas comes from the words Cristes maesse, or “Christ’s Mass.” Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Jesus for members of the Christian religion. Most historians peg the first celebration of Christmas to Rome in 336 A.D, but it didn’t really catch on until 1997 when HBO’s special “Emmet Otter’s Jug Band Christmas” tugged America’s heartstrings, giving us all a case of “Christmas Fever” and a terrible fear of Hillbilly Puppet Otters.
Give us the clams or the Baby Jesus Gets it

Q.) Why do people give each other gifts on Christmas
A.) Lot’s of reasons, but there are only really three reasons. To assuage guilt, to fulfill obligation and in exchange for sex. Think about it. You’ll see I’m right.

Q.) But what about the Three Kings?
A.) What about ‘em? Don’t believe a word those jokers say. No matter what they tell you, while I certainly appreciated any gifts they allegedly gave me, there was absolutely no ‘quid pro quo’. Especially not Balthazar, who is into some very weird stuff.

Q.) No, no, I mean, I thought the tradition of gift giving came from the Three Kings giving gifts to the Christ Child!
A.) Hanh? OH! Oh. Well, I suppose that makes a sort of sense. Forget that other stuff. Honestly, I wasn’t listening all that closely.

Q.) Is December 25’th really the day Jesus was born?
A.) Yes. Sort of. But we count our calendar from New Years Day, and supposedly that’s how old Jesus is. My guess is that Jesus started to be born on the 25’th, but God didn’t want people thinking he was letting anybody off on the whole, “Bring forth your children in pain” thing just ‘cause it was his son, so to avoid the appearance of favoritism, God gave Mary a particularly hellacious week long labor. If you can think of another plausible explanation for the date discrepancy, feel free to put it out there. Honestly, I’m just spitballing.

Q.) Why do we have a Christmas tree, Mr. Burbank?
A.) Dr. Burbank. The Christmas Tree is a German tradition, and we all know how festive those can be apart from the cleaning up afterwards and pesky lingering Nuremberg Trials. It’s just one of the many, many pagan rites the early Christians co-opted in their tireless quest to make the worship of Christ appear as fun as other faiths that involve nakedness and bull slaughter. And it gives your dog a fabulous opportunity to wee indoors.

Q.) Well, why do we decorate the tree?
A.) You certainly have a lot of damn questions. Martin Luther is the first person credited with the decoration of Christmas trees, principally with candles, one of the many reasons he is the Patron Saint of the Shriners despite the fact that he is not actually a saint. Victorians didn’t learn from his mistake as is related in a much remembered scene in Dickens’s famous “A Christmas Carol Featuring Horrible Third Degree Burns Covering %45 of Old Fezziwig’s Body.”
A typical Victorian Family prepared to douse themselves with festive yuletide accelerants

Q.) Yes, but why do we decorate-

A.)I’m sure I don’t know. God said to, probably. Dr. Burbank is getting one of his headaches, so pick up the pace a little, why don’t you?

Q.) Why do we hang Stockings?
A.) For crimes against humanity. I kid of course. Stockings are incapable of even the most minor social infractions. According to a very old tradition, the original St. Nicholas left gold coins in the stockings of three poor girls who had no dowry. They had left their stockings hanging from the mantle to dry, and St. Nick, who had a little foot thing, thought his meaning would be clear, but alas, none of the girls ever called him.

Q.) Why do people send each other Christmas Cards, Dr. Burbank?
A.) Just so we’re clear, you know I’m not the kind of Doctor that can write prescriptions, yes? Okay. And you’re still here? Oh, your question, your question. The answer is simple. The Greeting card industry is controlled by the Jews.

Q.) What are the Twelve days of Christmas?
A.) The 12 days of Christmas are the 12 days that separate Christmas day on December 25 from Epiphany, which is celebrated January 6. Depending on the church, January 6 may mark Christ’s baptism (the Catholic tradition), or it may mark the day Joseph has finally had it with all his freeloading relatives and threw them out the stable, cursing loudly and reminding all present that Jesus wasn’t even his baby (Unitarians)
Chevy Chase is rarely funny. This movie is no exception.

Q.) What does Santa Claus have to do with Christmas?
A.) The short version is there was this religious Looney, St. Nicholas, who left money in foot related garments. Then some paper published the poem “The Night Before Christmas”, which apparently isn’t even the actual title and isn’t about feet very much at all. Anyway, people went bugshit over that poem because it was before TV. Then the Coca Cola company ran a series of ads depicting Santa as a white bearded, red suited, coke swillin’ fatty, which is pretty much how we picture him today, except for today’s kids who have lately come to confuse him with a fat, coke swillin’ Polar Bear. IMPORTANT NOTE! Polar bears are NOT cute. They are perfect killing machines that will maul you in a heartbeat and keep you at deaths door for hours playing with your organs right in front of you, which is the real reason we invented Global warming.

Q.) Why is Christmas sometimes spelled X-mas?
A.) This is a Jewish marketing scheme to get you to associate Christendom’s most sacred holiday with Marvel Comics “The X-Men” franchise, the supposition being that Santa would move a hell of a lot more greeting cards if he had razor sharp adamantium claws and a great deal of difficulty controlling his frequent fits of berserker rage. Would you do Doctor Burbank a huge favor and reach up on the mantle behind the clock and fetch me down my special medicinal X-mas snuff? There’s a dear.

Q.) What do you want for X-mas, Dr. Burbank?
A.) Peace on earth. But you haven’t a one-eyed pigs chance of getting me that, have you? That being the case, donations of all sorts would go a long way toward refilling Dr. Burbank’s x-mas snuff tin, which, alarmingly does not refill itself. Now, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight, but which I mean, leave. The figgy pudding is not for the likes of you, and I have the police on speed dial.


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