I grew up having Christmas exploited by Mdison Avenue as a "season." And, somewhere in my early days, Easter morphed into a "season." But because each of these had some association with "religious" thinking, however distorted, I guess it just seemed natural to my boyish thinking.
But now the "money muse" wants me to accept Halloween as a "season." I look forward to Easter; I barely tolerate Christmas, but can I bend so far as to look the other way when the minions of hell, superstition, and therapeutic scare are given their own "season," too?
What has the spirit of the age done to Reformation Day? Why isn't it a "season? How can the Church bear to see a recovery of such religious significance buried underneath costumes, candy, and haunted houses? How the mighty have fallen! How Belagosi has thrived!
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