Hark, the herald angels sing

. “Angels help us resist, Seamus,” I said. “They are the ones who give us the information and the courage to speak out when we would rather just hang out.  Our angel’s protest sign is good news! Our angel is reminding us that Trump isn’t our president. Right? We can still be good people, even though we have a terrible president.”
 Frida Berrigan, Commondreams.org, Dec. 24, 2016

Why My Family Turns Our Christmas Tree Into a Political Statement
If it is not about the presents, what is Christmas about?
Frida Berrigan
local number. It was someone organizing to give toys to needy families. “We picked your family,” she said happily. I stumbled and stuttered over myself a little as I tried to be gracious while also clear: We do not need or want the beautifully wrapped, ready-made Christmas morning her group had envisioned for our kids. “Thank you so much for thinking of us, but we try to downplay the whole presents part of Christmas,” I managed. “But I know there are lots of people who would really appreciate your generosity.”
The whole presents part of Christmas kind of seems like the biggest part of it, right? The average American plans to spend more than $900 on gifts this holiday season. That is planned spending, which we know is vulnerable to the last minute “oooh” factor, as well as the mistake of bringing your children with you to the store.
In our house, we have been buying 50-cent mugs at Goodwill all year long. We are going to make toffee, fill mugs with toffee, wrap them in brown paper and leave it at that. With our families and co-workers, we do Yankee Swaps and Secret Santas, where it is “the thought” that counts — not grabbing the must-have toy of the year. This year, I understand that the hot toy is something called a Hatchanimal. It costs $60 (if you can find it), breaks out of its shell and then matures over a few days, learning from you as you take care of it. It is super adorable, and I am sure all three of my kids would love it enthusiastically, forsaking all other objects to be near it. That is, until they are distracted by dinner, a visitor or a particularly awesome cardboard box. That’s how quickly the beloved Hatchanimal becomes yesterday’s news.
For the first time, my four-and-a-half-year-old son Seamus is excited about Santa. He used to think the bearded old gent was something out of a nightmare and stayed far away. Last weekend, however, he marched right up to a Santa at a holiday festival and started chatting about how he would be in Michigan, not Connecticut, this year. Our affable son told the jolly elf that he would leave out cookies for him “on a plate with milk for you! And carrots for your reindeers too.” Seamus then sat down for the obligatory photo and kept right on talking.
“I have had very good behavior, right Mommy?” He grinned up at me like he was not the one who had taken to yelling “I am ignoring you,” when called for dinner. He and Santa chatted on, but they never got to the heart of the transaction — presents. Seamus didn’t ask for anything and this Santa (probably because it was at a Heifer International fair and all about giving not getting) didn’t offer. They shook hands and parted as friends, with Seamus calling, “See you soon, Santa” as we walked away. I could not have been happier if I scripted the whole encounter myself.
If it is not about the presents, what is Christmas about? Baby Jesus, the festival of lights, lots of getting together with friends and family, lots of craft making time — ’tis the season of glitter, God help us! Oh yeah, and taking care of our Christmas tree occupies a lot of our holiday time. The kids are climbing up on the sofa 10 times a day to put new ornaments that they made or found onto our rickety $20 tree. It has already fallen over once, smashing all the really nice ornaments we’d been given and running a huge stream of water through our living room. The kids shimmy under the tree all the time too, checking the water, fussing with the lights, hiding from one another. There is room for them to do that (although it is probably why it fell over in the first place) because there aren’t any presents under it. We put more of our attention on the top of the tree than the bottom.
I make a new tree topper every year, one that expresses our visions or outrages of the moment. Last year, I enlisted a favorite doll in my “refugees are not terrorists” angel. In 2014, Seamus and I worked on a “Black Lives Matter” angel with feathery paper wings that layered the word “breathe” with squares that he scribbled and glittered. In 2013, I did it alone, using fragments of Martin Espada’s “Angels of Bread” poem and scraps of newspaper articles. This year’s angel holds a protest sign that reads “Trump is not my president” and wears a dress made of strips of denim festooned with protest buttons. Seamus and his younger sister Madeline collaborated to color in the angel’s wings, but when I put it all together, Seamus didn’t want the angel to hold a sign.
 “I just want it to be beautiful, Mommy. Angels don’t hold signs,” he said, his little brow furrowed and his voice emphatic. I got all theological on him and went on and on about how angels were always popping up in the Bible to let us humans in on the good news, such as babies being born to old women and virgins or prophets being raised from the dead. I also told him about their warnings — such as King Herod is coming to get you — and how, today, they might as well be carrying protest signs as they deliver the news. “Angels help us resist, Seamus,” I said. “They are the ones who give us the information and the courage to speak out when we would rather just hang out. Our angel’s protest sign is good news! Our angel is reminding us that Trump isn’t our president. Right? We can still be good people, even though we have a terrible president.”
Seamus probably stopped listening a third of the way through all that, but I was proud of my exposition on angels. It made some impression because he did make the wings beautiful. They are very orange, though, which is not a color I associate with Christmas (or want to associate with it, given the president-elect’s complexion).
Our four-year streak of tree-topper as homemade political statement isn’t really going to change the world. But we do it together. It is part of our Christmas now. That and not having a lot of presents under our tree.

Sacramento Bee
Gov. Jerry Brown pardons 112 ahead of Christmas holiday
Christopher Cadelago
In a holiday tradition, Gov. Jerry Brown on Friday announced 112 pardons and one commutation, mostly for years-old offenses involving marijuana and other drugs and lower-level crimes such as robberies and assaults.
Brown to date has extended 854 holiday-timed pardons and commutations since 2011. The Democrat also has led changes to the criminal justice system in his second stint as governor, including shifting responsibility for lower-level offenders to counties and a successful fall initiative to change parole rules for prisoners.
Brown’s previous three predecessors combined for just 28 pardons. Prior governors were more in line with Brown’s approach, each issuing hundreds.
Following his habit of extending leniency around Christmas and Easter, Brown granted 59 gubernatorial pardons this spring and 91 last winter, including actor Robert Downey Jr., a supporter who spent more than a year in prison after being convicted in 1996 of possessing a controlled substance, carrying a concealed weapon in his vehicle and driving under the influence. None of this year’s recipients is a household name.
Brown commuted the 32-years-to-life prison sentence of Louis Calderon to 22 years to life. Calderon was sentenced in April 2000 to seven years for attempted murder, plus 25 years for having a firearm.
In applying for executive clemency, Calderon wrote, “I have taken the opportunity over the years of my incarceration to better myself and prepare myself to re-enter society as a productive citizen.”
Brown stated in the order that over Calderon’s nearly 18 years in prison, he dropped out of his former gang and was never disciplined for a rule violation.
“Mr. Calderon has worked to improve his education, earning multiple community college degrees and a paralegal certificate,” Brown wrote. “He has routinely received above average and exceptional work ratings and has put thousands of hours into his work with the Prison Industry Authority.”
He added: “This is a very serious crime, but it is clear that Mr. Calderon has distinguished himself by his exemplary conduct in prison and his forthright and continuing separation from gang activities of any kind. For all of the foregoing reasons, I conclude that it is appropriate to mitigate his sentence.”
Only after living crime-free for a decade, completing their sentence, and receiving a court-issued certificate of rehabilitation (if they still live in California) can a former criminal become eligible for a pardon. Among the potential benefits are being able to own a gun or serve on juries.
Pardons go only to those “who have demonstrated exemplary behavior and have lived productive and law-abiding lives following their conviction,” the Governor’s Office said, and “are not granted unless they are earned.”
Among the recipients are:
▪ Hobert Gary Porterfield Jr., who was sentenced in San Diego County in 1999 for gross vehicular manslaughter while intoxicated, and hit and run with death or injury. Porterfield served one year in jail and six years’ probation and was discharged on June 18, 2005. He was honorably discharged from the U.S. Navy, works as a firefighter and coaches youth baseball and football teams.
▪ A man who was sentenced in Los Angeles County for assault with a deadly weapon, specifically, for beating his best friend with a dowel while intoxicated.
▪ A man sentenced in Los Angeles County in 1965 who was believed to be involved in the theft of record players.
▪ For using fraud to obtain food stamps, a woman who was sentenced to 30 days in jail in Orange County.
Friday’s pardon list also includes several people who had been convicted of capital-area crimes ranging from possession of marijuana for sale to possession of a controlled substance for sale.