Email letters, December 27, 2013
At least Santa’s lump of coal can be burned
So, I wake up Christmas morning and rush to see what Santa left in my stocking.
What? A lump of coal!
After the initial shock of the North Pole’s hopeful misclassification of my pure and virtuous existence, it occurred to me that perhaps things weren’t that bad, after all.
Right or wrong, I’ll take the heat for being naughty instead of nice, and I’ll salute good old Santa for hanging onto the tried and true, instead of the subsidized, interruptible and unreliable.
Let’s face it: These days he could have left me an order to buy even more high-cost wind powered electricity. Ditto for solar. Or, I could have gotten a mandate for X hours of community service supporting anti-fracking demonstrations.
So, overall I think I still made out OK. At least I’m sure the coal will be there and will burn if things get tough.