the opening scene meant to bring us into the "true" meaning of the season was particularly filled with internal conflict and hypocrisy - while telling us to remember that christ is the real thing, the actor moves on to say he is off to do some christmas shopping, which, as we all know, is now the "true" and "real" meaning of what north america celebrates. so deliciously post modern! so redolent of donkey urine! jesus is the reason for the season, now let's hit the mall, mabel!
there were several other moments of religious propaganda but they were so amateurish and silly that we just smirked quietly into our goretex collars and moved along. we especially liked the virgin mary with decidedly non-middle-eastern highlighted bangs and a wooden delivery. joseph looked pretty beaten down, but what do you expect from a man marrying a (divine) strumpet? sure, honey, the baby is the lord's. right.
we skipped the hot chocolate and cookies fearing being accosted by apparently sweet old ladies with a hidden agenda.