Spoiler Alert: While I might easily be found in the philosophical company of Bill Maher or even Ebeneezer Scrooge this time of year, given what commerce has done to what used to be sincerely called 'holy days' (vs. holi-daze), I have found a compelling exception to my Scrooge-like rule, and its name is Tim Tebow.
While far from his spiritual cousin, Tiny Tim, in sheer physical size, this ironically gentle man has restored my faith in, well, faith itself (albeit, not the simplistic exploitative brand we call 'religion').
And, insofar as football analogies and metaphors abound in our body politic's mind, my 'goal' here is nothing short (something this Tim isn't) defending that line -- A Carol for Big Tim -- long enough to reach the end (zone) on behalf of all us Gippers in our partisan party stands so that we may rally behind the winningest player and his valiant efforts for the soon-to-be united team that is America, symbolized by its mascot, proud though bald Eagle. So, without further ado, it's back to fundamentals, the basics of how the game should be played, breaking it down via 'X's & 'O's:
1. That legendary All-American immigrant icon, Knute Rockne, may have innovated the forward pass, but he understood that, fundamentally, the team leader is a back, lining up at the quaternion spot and, as a back, he also runs (for) the team. I'm sure that Knute would've agreed that, while big Tim's got a somewhat 'weaker' arm, he's got great heart and spirit.
2. They're great for morale and, once that public spirit is up, Tim's on his way to becoming the 'hero of his own life', ahem, (see: 'David Copperfield' in 'Great Expectations' and his 'I am born' opening line) giving those who would seek to negate him... the Dickens.
3. This anything-but-tiny spirit represents the 'It' factor that Hollywood invented, when the spiritual ghost of Xmas Future can't quite give our national Scrooge-ness a goose in the correct direction.
4. "I've got to go, Rock. It's all right. I'm not afraid. Some time, Rock, when the team is up against it, when things are wrong and the breaks are beating the boys, ask them to go in there with all they've got and win just one for the Gipper. I don't know where I'll be then, Rock. But I'll know about it, and I'll be happy."
And, so, in conclusion, big Tim, keep winning, and showing the American Eagles fans, especially the weary (and balding), how to fly, nay, soar
with grace and, yes, faith in ourselves. Certainly Ronald Reagan, aka the Gipper, would want it that way.
Thanks, big (and tiny) Tim for blessing us all, everyone.