I'm sick of the argument between "Merry Christmas" and "Happy Holidays".. it's very ridiculous. I think that we have become evolved enough over the years to realize that everyone celebrates Christmas, whether they are a God fearing religion or not.
Is there really a reason to debate about this and be all judgey judgerson? Is a family who does not believe in God, but celebrates the Christmas holidays as a time to be together, less worthy than the one who goes to church on Sundays and celebrates the relgious meaning of it?
I don't care what you're answer is. The answer is no. Get over it.
I am not of any faith that follows the bible or any aspect of it. Yet, I celebrate Christmas. No, I do not reflect on the fact that it is the day Jesus Christ was born. (His birth date is a whole other story that you can read here.)
We could list how different religions celebrate this time of year and there are many. The month of December is full of different celebrations. I could be wrong, but I think many of them would be glad to bring you into their festivities and allow you to share and celebrate with them.
So what's your problem with Christmas?
Have you ever seen the first Futurama Christmas episode.. where in the year 3000 it's now called Xmas (ex-mass). That's how it is going to become eventually, I swear.
Since I've venting, I'll share my story of why I still celebrate at this holiday. I didn't have the greatest homelife. Childhood was very strange, confusing and scary, but I could always count on Christmas. None of my family was religious. There was no bible in the houses I moved back and forth from. I asked for one, out of curiosity, and my aunt gave me one. Yes I have read it. Front to back. Interesting story.
At Christmas, the chaos in my life would slow. The woman I lived with would fuss over me. I was spoiled with gifts. She cooked mountains of food. I sometimes didn't know when I would see my dad next, but he was always there for Christmas. It gave my life a sense of normality. The adults around me laugh and got along.
It was always short lived. By Boxing Day, as things were cleaned and people went back to where they came from, reality was all too quick to come back.
But for that Christmas Eve and that one whole day of Christmas, I felt loved and happy and normal. (Even if some of the love was bought, I didn't care. I wanted it) And as years went on, that became my goto holiday. I knew at Christmas, there would be gifts and food and gathering and fun. It wouldn't matter what was happening, for that one day, I could count on my friends and family to be happy. And I could pretend that nothing in the past happened.
Is that healthy? I dunno, ask my psychiatrist.
So every year, by the middle of November I am excited. I write Christmas cards, I wrap everything and that tree goes up the week after Remembrance Day. And that energy will keep me going through all of December.
I say Happy Holidays. Not to disrespect Christians/Catholics/etc, but because I believe it's respectful to all. I don't care what you say to me, I will take it either way. But I believe that Christmas is not a special club that you can only enter if you believe in God. If Christmas means a lot to someone in a way like it does to me, they deserve to not be caught in some stupid argument about wording.
Your cashier is going to tell you Happy Holidays. She has to. Just smile, be happy that this is a holiday that all people can share, and keep your damn mouth shut if you don't agree with it.
