by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
Face it. When it comes to Christmas we are a strange and mystifying species. We complain about the hectic holiday, rail against the crassness of the season, bemoan the fact that this holy celebration has become a dizzying merry-go-round of parties, presents, programs, resulting in restless resentment of the very idea of Christmas.
Then – and here’s where our insanity kicks into