What would Aslan do?

About the true meaning of Christmas

Ah, Christmas. I’m over it. I don’t mean to sound like a Scrooge, but it’s been a while since the first of November, the day on which my thirteen-year-old niece woke up and announced, “It’s Christmas!!!”

Obviously, it’s not Christmas on the first of November. Or so you would think. But after berating my niece for bringing the celebration forward so prec…