Today is Christmas Eve, and here’s the deal. If you believe in the Christian Nativity, that’s cool: you can quit reading and get on with it. If you don’t, if you believe the religion of your grandparents was a bunch of trash wrapped in Santa Claus paper and tied up with a pretty ribbon to sedate the masses, that’s cool too. It doesn’t matter. You see, the reason we have Christmas in the first place is so that people will quit bitchin’ at each other and maybe – just maybe — for one brief, shining moment, there will be Peace on Earth and Good Cheer and all the other stuff we hear in the songs. And it doesn’t have to be all day; the twenty five minutes it takes to watch Charlie Brown is good enough or the nanosecond of recognition on your kid’s face when she realizes you bought her the iPhone. We have 364 other days of the year to do each other dirties, so it’s good to take one day out and lighten up. That’s the true meaning of Christmas and nobody expresses it better than Linus from Peanuts.