Carnival of the godless

The 79th Carnival of the Godless is up at sexy secularist - in a long poem, no less!

Twas the month before Christmas, when - hey, what the heck?
Up go lights, decorations - all the holiday dreck!
Just this Thursday, we ate and we offered our thanks,
As next Christmas rolled in like an army of tanks.
All the stores are bedecked, all the streets are bedazzled,
And these holiday songs leave a man well-near frazzled.

What’s an atheist to do at the end of November?
How to kindle his hearth with a warm, godless ember?
Never fear, herded cats! Pour yourselves some eggnog,
Gather round for a godless, great carnival blog.

And great it is, too - way too many entries to single any out. What with the Boneyard and the Humanists, too, this Sunday will be crammed with reading ... or this week will.