A study of 2,000 British parents found most children will put a new baby brother or sister at the top of their Christmas list, closely followed by a request for a real-life reindeer.

A “pet horse” was the third most popular choice, with a “car” making a bizarre entry at number four.

Despite their material requests, the tenth most popular Christmas wish on the list was a “Dad”.

In fear of spoiling Christmas Day, I have decided to persevere, with a clear Constant that few have the guts to express: a single woman with a child isn’t a true family.  Two gay men with a child aren’t a family.  Two lesbians with a child aren’t a family.  I couldn’t write this more clearly.

Without a Mars to a Venus, children are simply shorted.  Plain and simple.

There is a yin to the yang.  One without the other results in cheated children.  A generation after generation of cheated children.

Which results in, primordially, where we are now.

Men, their viewpoints, their presence, their influence, are sorely needed in society.

More.  Not less.  More testosterone.  Less estrogen.

Children are saying and thirsting for it themselves.

BZ

P.S.
This scene will never escape me:

I was driving my father to a nearby restaurant in 2008 — Woody’s on Watt Avenue, one of his favorites — when I came to the stop sign at Yellowstone and Marconi, about to turn left.  We had been talking about my wife and I asked my father: “Do you know why my wife calls you Dad, as opposed to my former girlfriend calling you Dick?”

“No, why,” he asked.

“Because she never had a Dad, a real Dad,” I said, “and she considers you her Dad now.”

He was very quiet enroute the restaurant.  But I noticed that he gave my wife a very big hug when we met there.

That is a moment I will never forget.