“Bananas,” from way back when: Woody Allen got it right.
In the wake of an (ahem!) election whose results inspired universal skepticism, Venezuelan “president” (that’s what they call it) Nicolas Maduro has issued a degree:
Christmas will now be Oct. 1 instead of Dec. 25 (https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2024/09/say-what-venezuelan-dictator-maduro-has-moved-christmas/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=say-what-venezuelan-dictator-maduro-has-moved-christmas).
The, er, “president” has arrested thousands of his countrymen for protesting his, uh, victory in the election. People are getting rather cross about it. They need a distraction.
So naturally you move Christmas up three months on the calendar. (“What would Nero do?” Is that his motto?”) And if that doesn’t work, he could move some other holidays around. Kind of like musical chairs. Everybody loves musical chairs.
(P.S.–Maduro has his own TV show, fer cryin’ out loud. I wonder what happens to you if you don’t watch it.)