Christmas Eve covers a whole variety of sins, doesn’t it? Those of us guilty of sloth despite the uninhibited and shameless insanity of Black Friday brace ourselves for possible attacks by others as culpable of the same crime. Viscous traffic that clogs the commercial streets is ubiquitous. There is a tension in the crowds everywhere that might affect even the most Zen of citizens. As I ran errands this morning, I nearly ran over probably four small children by accident — they’re like little gnomes that sneak up behind you as you obliviously slide into your car and begin…