That time of year is fast approaching when people begin to celebrate their various holidays. And, this year as usual, the Christian supremacists are whining as loud as they possibly can.
This year I’m friends with an older man on Facebook; he puts up a status saying, and I quote:
“I DO NOT CARE IF THIS DOES OFFEND SOMEONE…THIS IS WHAT I BELIEVE…I AM SICK AND TIRED OF EVERY YEAR WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES AROUND; THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO TAKE CHRIST OUT OF CHRISTMAS BECAUSE IT MIGHT OFFEND SOMEONE…WELL, HOW ABOUT ALL OF THE CHRISTIANS?...WHAT ABOUT OFFENDING US BECAUSE YOU ARE TAKING OUR CHRIST OUT OF CHRISTMAS?...CHRIST IS CHRISTMAS!...IF YOU AREN'T CELEBRATING CHRIST THEN WHY ARE YOU CELEBRATING?...CHRISTMAS IS ABOUT THE BIRTH OF OUR SAVIOR!...CHRISTMAS IS ONE OF A FEW HOLIDAYS LEFT THAT CELEBRATE "MY" CHRIST!...LEAVE "MY" CHRISTMAS ALONE!...AND TELL EVERYONE MERRY CHRISTMAS, NOT HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!...RE-POST IF YOU’RE NOT ASHAMED”
I shake my head and move along, not wanting to get involved in this mess.
Saying "Happy Holidays" isn't taking the Christ out of Christmas. It's taking the Christ out of the faces of Jews and Muslims and Hindus and Pagans and Atheists and putting it back where it belongs. This is America - religion doesn't get to be in charge here. People who start to cry foul when people choose to say "Happy Holidays" in their advertisements/broadcasts/stores have absolutely no idea what America was founded on.
Saying happy holidays demotes Christmas down to the same level as Hanukkah and Kwanzaa and Solstice ceremonies. And this is how it ought to be; they’re all equally legitimate and as such should be treated equally. I have absolutely no doubt that if I ever have children I’ll celebrate with them on the 25th of December in the way it should be celebrated; I’ll teach my children that once a year people come together with family to eat good food together and give each other gifts to express their love for one another. I’ll leave out any nonsense about a virgin birth or a fat man who gives presents to everyone in the world. If I call it Christmas I’ll do so out of convenience, and habit.
Jesus is one thing, but of course people would admonish me for not teaching my child about Santa. “Where’s the wonder?”, they would say. I say, the wonder is in the love between humans. Who decided that something has to be fantastical in order to be magical? Why would a present from Santa mean MORE than a present from a loved one? Here’s the answer: it wouldn’t. Love between real flesh-and-blood humans is more moving, more beautiful than any fantasy ever could be.