|Dangerous Reactionary Refusing to Abandon Wicked Tradition|
Case in point: A certain busybody has decreed, on her own authority, that St. Nicholas has put away his tobacco pipe for good. He has given up smoking. The busybody has removed two lines from the Clement Moore poem “A Visit From St. Nicholas” and commissioned a new illustration of Santa without his signature “stump of a pipe.”
It just never ends. The only thing I can think to do is light up a bowl of Rattray’s Old Gowrie and cherish one petty vice while it is still legal. The clock is ticking.