Sometimes it seems that politics has gotten to the point where we need divine intervention. A saint, perhaps.
If only there was someone we could all believe in, someone we could all trust; someone with eyes that twinkle and dimples how merry, cheeks like roses and nose like a cherry? Santa Claus is coming to Washington! I’ve heard some criticism like: he knows if you are sleeping, he knows if you’re awake—is that some kind…