first of all, nobody ever knew what a round yon virgin was. hell, we barely knew what a virgin was.
"cloven skies" weren't any clearer.
what did a blooming rose have to do with anything? and who was jesse?
on the secular side, none of us had ever ridden in a one-horse open sleigh. much less knew how much fun it was.
very few chestnuts, roasted or otherwise, were ever in sight.
and we never quite understood how a snowman could be parse and brown.
we don't have to understand it. we're not even supposed to understand it. if we understood it, that would be science (well, it would be science for those of you who understand science).
the point is, understanding it, while nice and certainly self-satisfying, isn't the point. that's the point.
step out of your own damned head.
now you're gettin' it.
