It's not greed that propels the workers of Corporate America forward. It's the need for money to continue to survive. They're all fighting as hard as they can to just pay the bills. So bad weather simply will not stop them.
This is an unfortunate problem.
Frosty the Snowman, the mythical creature that sometimes people think is related to Santa Claus, but in fact he's Kanye West's half brother, is now allowed to play with children with no adult supervision. In this day and age, that could be cause for lawsuit, just because Frosty is an unknown adult figure playing with assorted youth.
You parents who have to help your family survive, how dare you. I'm incredibly disappointed that you would go out and work your butt off and leave your children to play with an imaginary character. In my day those parents were stoned.
Since I'm actually not that old, I can honestly say that I've never seen anybody get stoned, but if you watch Monty Python's Life of Brian, the stoning is hilarious. (Fast forward through the introductions though, the song is rather long.)
Snow can no longer stop us from going to work, and corporations will continue to have their workers produce regardless of their family settings.
May I introduce: the Internet.
This new technology allows your workers to still be productive while in their own household and they can still take care of their children and keep them away from imaginary characters that possess body parts either found in salads, clothing, or near fires.
As children don't like salads, shouldn't play with fire, and shouldn't give up their clothing for anything, I find this quite fascinating that from time to time we place more emphasis on a snow monster than a jolly man who wants to simply give people toys and then leave.
Dragging religion in here for a minute, the snow monster dies when the sun comes out, mentally battering children with the loss of a dubious friendly companion, while the jolly man conveys the return of a (christian) being who does not die, but instead goes away for a year.
Should the sun come out children, I would like to wish you a Merry Christmas, and a happy deceased snow monster. May you always be safe and dream about a jolly man in a red suit that comes to give you toys but doesn't smell bad and doesn't talk to you for too long or want your phone number.
