The veejays at FOX have reclaimed christmas, or so they proclaim nightly. The rolly polly oh so holly anchors pump the bilge from the good ship Murdoch into the byways and swamps of the american hateland. Nightly they reclaim the season of trees and lights from the hollow commerce of malls. They save our souls between commercial interruptions and pixelated interrogations of pink teen angels. They have resurrected christ. Recovered him from the burning lights wrapped about the fragrant bush. Fresh aroma of the pine soul christmust. Christ must be here. Odd that our theistic thrust is coincident with tree loving of long lost foresters. Light the fire to bring on the day. Open the passages for the traveling stars of birth, held up for lack of clear passage. Druids thank you FOX. Thank you for saving our holy holly land. Fire upon the fir. A FOX upon the land.