The Unforgivable Sin

The Biblically-literate may expect some intelligent discourse on blaspheming the Holy Spirit. That is not the unforgivable sin. There is an offense which is far more heinous than that. It is a refusal to submit to the power of the almighty Hallmark corporation and celebrate its holidays. That's right, I do not plan to make a big deal out of Mother's Day. Before you go to Wikipedia and put a link to me on their Adolph Hitler page, allow me to explain myself. Sarah and I are not exactly plan-ahead type people. As a result, we are not very good at remembering occasions. I think we both feel very badly about this. Because of this, we have given one another a gift that, in the words of Clark Griswold's Cousin Eddy , "keeps givin' the whole year." We have freed one another from Mother's Day, Father's Day, Valentine's Day, St. Hubbins Day (Spinal Tap fans will remember him as the patron saint of quality footwear) and the like. This does not mean that we might not make a big deal out of them on occasion. What we have done is to rob them of their dogmatic oppression. We certainly want to honor those people for whom these occasions are a big deal. We are not trying to incite rebellion. Those of you who have ever been forgotten by one or both of us on one of these occasions probably understand why we are doing this. We love one another, and we make that fact abundantly clear all of the time. This is something that we have chosen to do within the confines of our relationship. For us, it works. Hopefully, the good folks at Hallmark will not be sending their own version of Torquemada to our house.