Merry Christmas from the New York Times.

Passed along to me and attributed to the New York Times, 25 December 1937.

We hear the beating of wings over Bethlehem and a light that is not of the sun or of the stars shines in the midnight sky. Let the beauty of the story take away all narrowness, all thought of formal creeds. Let it be remembered as a story that has happened again and again, to men of many different races, that has been expressed through many religions, that has been called by many different names. Time and space and language lay no limitations upon human brotherhood.

Simply nauseating. Such a passage, if authentically attributed, disproves the typical conservative complaint about the NYT, i.e., that it's an historically great paper that's gone wrong in recent years.