I care about souls, not trinkets. I was brought up on the fat guy in a red suit, wishing my parents had told me the truth so that I could have dedicated my youth to Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the Savior.
Do you see the two competing world views? Why is that so hard to understand?
I bet you are the life of every Christmas party.
You have got to be fending off invitations with a stick at this point.
Am I going to see you on a highway neutral ground Dec. 25 yelling loudly at cars stopped at the stop light?