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Growing up Catholic, I was taught to always say my prayers after waking up, before eating, before doing something that may have major ramifications on my future, and before going to sleep. I was taught that sex should come after marriage and pictures of cleavage are evil. Evil! And of course, I was trained to think that Jesus is the reason for the season. Christmas is all about him. If Jesus and Santa Claus got into a fight, I should root for Jesus because all Santa can give me are broken promises and an image of him kissing all our mothers. Jesus, on the other hand, can save my soul. He can also turn water into wine, make fish and bread appear out of empty baskets, and walk on water. Beat that, fat boy.
