28. in which Donny writes a bitchy open letter to Santa.

[actuallyagolem]

Dear Santa. Admiral. Whichever you are.

I recently found this book in the library. Let me share with you, Santa, and you as well, Barge. It's called There's No Such Thing as a Chanukah Bush, Sandy Goldstein. It a heartwarming tale about being Jewish during Christmastime, featuring a curious little girl, a wise grandfather, and acceptance. Awh, see

Comments

[deepdowndark]

I'm not Jewish (is that a Roundworld religion?), but I couldn't agree more. I'm glad someone else wrote similar objections.

Because I imagine others'd agree just as much, just don't have the balls to put it in a public letter. I admire that kind of backbone.

[deepdowndark]

Why not?

[actuallyagolem]

Humans just haven't gotten there yet.

[deepdowndark]

Shouldn't they?

[actuallyagolem]

Eventually they might, if they can get past certain things. It'll take a while though.

[deepdowndark]

How odd. Or, perhaps not, for humans.

[actuallyagolem]

How many are there of you? Do you know?

[deepdowndark]

Not accurately. There's mines all across Uberwald and Copperhead, and a good proportion of Dwarfs in Ankh-Morpork.

[actuallyagolem]

There are billions of humans. Billions. Thousands and thousands of different languages, religions, nationalities. It's hard for us to all get along.

[deepdowndark]

I know. The humans on my world aren't much different.

Hence why I'm thinking this is a very human thing.

[actuallyagolem]

Could be, could be.