Didn't we have chunks of hippywife broadcast all over the Oklahoma countryside just a couple of months ago? There was an outbreak of kitchen explosions in DUmmyland around Christmastime.
"Christmas at Grandma's" was the only story worth a damn.
All the rest were lousy, really lousy, because at the time, right after "Christmas at Grandma's" was posted, I was besieged by really lousy weather that lasted for several weeks, blocking me in, souring the attitude, blowing the mind, causing one to chew on the ceiling in vexation.
Endless snow can do that to a person.
And so other than "Christmas at Grandma's," I would just as soon forget all those half-told stories that followed, and start all over again.
That's what there is about God, that the primitives don't understand.
God forgives; one messes up, God says "okay, forget about it, and start all over again, to see if it works this time."
Decent and civilized people can forgive themselves because God forgives; a primitive screws up, and damns himself forever for being imperfect.