Normally I'm all gung-ho for Christmas. A couple years ago, I spontaneously decorated the house one early November weekend because we got an inch of snow. This year....well, this year I'm trying to remember that Turkey Day technically comes first chronologically and there's still a whole month to enjoy the Christmas festivities afterwards. Besides, snow (obviously) plays a huge role in my Christmaspiritometer, and Marquette has been going through a period of snow impotence lately. I mean, I woke up to our first snow day of the year to find this on the ground:
In serious need of some snow Viagra. |
With the onset of the Christmas fever, it is inevitable that Facebook walls, Twitter, message boards, and church signs everywhere will begin the War on anti-christ-mas and those unholy spawns of Satan who want to ninja-sneak into our beds and slice the CHRIST right out of CHRISTmas- leaving behind a poor, tired, huddled -Mas. Indeed, it has already begun, and can only lead to a holly, jolly blood bath, some amped up rhetoric, and all of us waking up on December 26th just to realize no one really changed anyone's mind or made any headway in winning the war. Nope- we just took a month of peace and goodwill, dragged it out back, and shot it in the face. Ho ho ho indeed.
It doesn't have to be this way though. Because here's the thing about holidays- they are what you make them. You. Singular. Emphasis on YOU. You decide the meaning of the holiday. I literally cannot make this any more clear. Seriously, I can't. I bolded/underlined/italicized it. Then I changed the size and the font. Finally, I gave it some color (Christmas colors in fact). The only thing I could do at this point would be to provide a hyperlink, but if you can't understand it here, you sure as heck aren't going to understand it there, where they don't even go to the trouble of providing such witty banter and excellent service.
Think about the various Christmas traditions. Santa Claus. Christmas trees. The decorations. The giving of the gifts. Even the date (December 25th). All of them have some basis on Pagan traditions. But most of us don't care about that because all of those things mean something completely different to us now. Saturnaila is out of the picture. We aren't worshipping the trees by adorning them with precious idols.
And we are able to celebrate free from the stain of guilt on our pious consciences because we have made these customs our own. Each person, each family folds a desired practice into their celebration and lets the other things fall by the wayside.
This doesn't just go for Christmas, either. It's all holidays. In our family, Halloween is not some big Satan fest (we celebrate that on 'SomeBigSatanFest Day')- it's a day where we get to dress up like Batman and go get free candy. I'm sure I have spent at least a few Thanksgivings without giving thanks for anything besides that big old turkey we chomping at the bit for. On Easter we teach our kids about the time the Easter Bunny rose from the dead to check if there was six more weeks of winter and to give all the good little boys and girls of the world pastel candy.
Of course, we also have the freedom to ignore holidays should we so choose. Columbus Day pretty much comes and goes like any other non-Columbus Day in our house (except with disruption to the mail and banking sectors. Even in death, Chris Columbus is giving us the finger).
No holiday pay for you, SUCKAS!!!! |
Just saying.
Personally, I have no problem saying 'happy holidays' to someone. I'm acknowledging the fact that there are like, a bunch of holidays in the span of a month as well as acknowledging respect for another persons feelings and beliefs. Maybe they celebrate Christmas because of Jesus, maybe they even celebrate Christmas without Jesus (because, let's be honest- the idea of unlimited sweets, free stuff, and two weeks off of school are all pretty good non-religious reasons to celebrate Christmas), and maybe they don't celebrate Christmas period. In a country that was forged by a group of people fleeing religious persecution, I don't mind not persecuting someone's religion.
If you want to keep Christ in Christmas, then first try being Christ-like. Jesus didn't run around waving the sword of "Na-nana boo-boo" or smashing people over the head with the hammer of "Pwn'd n00bs". By and large, his earthly ministry was based on kindness, compassion, and humility. Of course, we take that example and become the religious equivalent of John McClane.
Shoot first, shoot later. THEN ask questions. Then shoot them too. |
Look, Jesus was the Son of God, right? The Son of freaking God. Not only that, but He was freaking God Himself. But He humbled Himself to come down to Earth to hang with us, teach us all really good lessons, and then die for our sins. I think if God was willing to do that...then maybe this Christmas we can all humble ourselves and spread some peace and goodwill instead of lobbing culture bombs at our demon neighbors.
PICS- Columubs- http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2005/10/10/o_henry/
John McClane- http://media.screened.com/uploads/1/13855/580047-3.jpg
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