Christmas to the vast throngs is little more than a noisy excuse for meretricious salesmanship, for urging one & all to buy unwanted presents for their friends, to the profit of the dollar-hungry. For a month before the Feast, the cry is: 'Buy! Adeste Fideles. Nylons for your lady! . . . It Came Upon the Midnight Clear. What came, Mummy? Santa Claus, my dar-lings.' " So writes sharp-penned Canon Bernard Iddings Bell in the current Faith and Thought, bulletin of the Episcopal faculty and students at the University of Chicago. The deChristianizing...
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