Not that we need another reason to be weary of the crowd that continues to reject President-elect Donald Trump’s triumph, but with just a handful of days remaining before Christmas and Hanukkah — its behavior is more grating than ever.

It’s not to suggest deeply-held convictions ought to take a vacation.

But people who are angry every day are a tiresome lot.

They say a good salesman knows when to stop, so wouldn’t this be a great time for the likes of Jill Stein, Elizabeth Warren and all those self-absorbed panelists on CNN to give the rest of us a break by lightening up just a little, just enough to create a bit more space for whatever remains of the holiday spirit?

Or have we come to a point in American discourse where kindness is mistaken for weakness, and where temporarily turning down the heat is tantamount to full surrender?

Johnny Most had a memorable thought on that.

Those who recall him only as the calamitous Voice of the Celtics who sat “high above courtside” for 38 seasons might be surprised to know he was a poet and a patriot, too.

Indeed, Johnny won seven major battle stars as an aerial gunner on B-24s, flying 28 combat missions when he was stationed in Italy with the 15th Air Force during World War II.

The day his unit broke camp Johnny walked up a hillside to a small cemetery and wrote: “I stood among the graves today and swept the scene with sight; and the corps of men who lay beneath looked up to say, ‘Good night;’ The thunder still, the battle done, the fray has passed them by; and as they rest forever more, they must be asking, ‘Why?’ ”

Later in life, after he’d seen his fill of fatheads in sports, he wrote “The Superstar,” observing, “The superstar, overwhelmed by his own image, kneels before his wallet, and prays.”

That’s not the combustible Johnny Most you remember, is it?

“I can understand why people have this image of me,” he once said. “But if, as we talked, they didn’t find out there’s a hell of a lot more to me than just sports, I’d be disappointed.”

Friendship with Johnny was never disappointing.

If you were one of his friends, this is what he’d send you each year about now: “This is the best time, for now the violence in the game of life takes time out while the wisdom and love on the sidelines briefly prevail.”

Is that too much to ask for?