Well, it’s the afternoon of the eve, anyway. Turkey’s in the oven, carols are playing, loaves of cranberry bread are baked. We’re about as ready as we’re going to get for Christmas.
There’s been the usual nonsense in the news about deleting the word Christmas lest it offend somebody, which I frankly can’t understand. No Christmas parties, it’s being called “winter break” instead of Christmas break in schools, etc.
When I was a kid, Christmas was a national holiday. Everybody celebrated it (except the Jehovah’s Witnesses, and we felt really sorry for them) and it had nothing to do with religion. Church-goers and non church-goers alike put up their trees, hung lights, dangled stockings from the fireplace mantle, took their kids to see Santa. In fact, there were complaints from the religious types that it wasn’t a religious holiday at all and had been so commercialized it no longer had any spiritual meaning. Nobody was offended by traditional carols or the words, “Merry Christmas!” It was all fun.
I feel like my daughter has been robbed of her childhood by politically correct killjoys who want to sanitize our language and our holidays until it’s all bland, tasteless gruel that won’t offend anybody but nobody will like it much, either. She’s going to miss out on school Christmas parties, Christmas pageants, and who knows if public nativity displays will be allowed, either?
We can resolve this by sending her to a private school where Christmas is still allowed, but it doesn’t change the culture that she’s going to inherit. So I’ll do my part to lead the Bring Back Christmas (and national sanity) revolution by saying those forbidden words at every opportunity. Merry Christmas to all! And if you celebrate Kwanza or Hannukah, by all means use those words.
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