Student in Santa Costume not "politically correct?"

Give me a break. A seventh-grade student was asked by his principle to leave the school's holiday dance because he was dressed like Santa Claus. According to the story, the student was told to leave because his attire was politically incorrect, and the principle was trying to adhere to the rules of separation of church and state. He also stated that he had to be sensitive to all of the students' religious beliefs. This really irritates me. Since when does Santa Claus symboilze the religious aspect of Christmas?
I support the separation of church and state in the sense that I don't believe students should be made to conform to one religion or the other. I don't think it's right to force Christianity or any other religion upon any individual. I am not a religious person, but I do celebrate Christmas. I try hard to keep in my mind the true reason for the celebration, but I have to admit that I love Christmas because it is the time of year that means family to me. In the situation of the school party, I think that the school principle took it too far when he prohibited the boy's attendance to the party. I would be furious if I were the child's mother.

FatBoy Slim video contest winner

My first reaction to this was that this lady has way too much time on her hands. Then I reconsidered; it's creative and complex, not to mention laugh-out-loud funny. Plus, kittens in hats, how could you lose? See the FatBoy Slim video for yourself:

from MilkandCookies.com

12/21/04 

Letter to my grandmother

Granny

I'm sorry that I didn't spend more time with you. I didn't know how much you were missing Pawpaw. I can't imagine how lonely it must have been for you there by yourself. Now looking back I can see how much it meant to you when I would visit. Back then I was young, in college, and had a lot of things going on in my life. I didn't realize until after you died how precious time is. Even after your death, I didn't realize it fully until my son was born. Time is fleeting.

I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you that day we came to visit you in the nursing home. I was afraid. I was afraid to see you like that. You asked me why I didn't want to sit next to you. Why was I standing so far away. I was afraid. I was really freaked out when mom asked me to put lotion on your back. You seemed so fragile, I didn't want to touch you for fear that I'd hurt you. But I did it, and I'm glad I did it. You told me how good it felt. You could barely speak. So much pain medication. So much pain.

I'm sorry that I didn't tell you right then how much I loved you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I would always cherish our memories and how much you loved me. I was your baby's baby.

I know you are still with me. I know you were with me at Dad's house that night with Pawpaw. I know that you weren't mad at me or hurt by me, but I was racked with guilt.

Now I realize that you are still in my life and you will always watch over me, but I also realize that you are taking care of things for you as well.

I wish you would visit mom. I know you watch over her, too. I imagine she talks to you.

I love you and miss you.