by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
It’s a battle. You get up in the morning and read your devotion about the simplicity of Christ’s birth then you step out into a world hell-bent on turning it into an orgy of profits and excess. Before you drive a block the babe in swaddling clothes has become a profit-making adman complete with Abercrombie wise men and Gap-bedecked shepherds herding digitally