It is a well-known fact that soon an overweight individual in a loud-colored ensemble and who has the ability to stop time will once again do just that. His purpose, as we all know, is to enter our homes through our chimneys — even the homes of those who don’t have chimneys — to deposit quantities of merchandise made by elves in the North Pole who have the magical power to make them look exactly as if they were made by Mattel and (here comes the real magic) to not get sued.
Yes, it’s the time of year when we carve the turkey, yet we gobble up the tripe — everything from “No payments till January!” to refusing to ask ourselves whether this breaking-and-entering saint well-known for his love of children enjoys the legal protection of the Catholic Church.
So, with the holiday spirit in my heart and my hogwash detector on overload, I dedicate this week’s column to some of the many language lies that, like so much bad eggnog, keep coming back to haunt us.