We learned this week that the war on Christmas.
Well, really, the war on.
The war on Christmas does come around earlier every year.
Oh, no.
Indeed.
We learned that hostilities had been resumed along this particular front in the culture war because we learned that US Vice President Kamala Harris wants to abolish Christmas or whatever.
And we learned this from no less an authority than her rival for the US Presidency, who has for many years been one of the keenest advocates of the wholly imaginary proposition that anybody in any position of authority anywhere in the Western world cares this many hoots about whether or not one citizen wishes another a Merry Christmas.
Still, here we all appear to be.
She wants no Merry Christmas.
Even I just heard today she's a big fan of fighting.
No Merry Christmas.
No, we're going to have Merry Christmas just like we got for everybody seven years ago.
We brought it back.
It was in deep trouble.
We brought it back.
We learned, yes, that Donald Trump intends to rescue us once more from those Scrooges, Grinches and communists who would never say anything like Merry Christmas, everybody, or Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, or for that matter, Merry Christmas, everybody.
But on the subject of gifts, which keep giving, we also learned that Donald Trump may have extra room reason for upholding traditional Christmas greetings, not least that Christmas carols are generally out of copyright.
For we learned, and not for the first time, that a Trump campaign had got its wrists slapped by an artist or artists unenthused by Trump's appropriation of their work to fanfare.
One of those events where he waddles onto a stage and says words to a barn full of angry yokels, love.
Can touch us one time and last.