Merry Christmas, I mean it. In fact, I actually like to say it. Merry Christmas. Something about saying it makes me feel good and I suspect that's true for a lot of people.
Saying, "Merry Christmas" is neither politically correct nor politically incorrect. It is a simple wish for peace or joy or happiness in your life, if only for just one day.
If it offends you, you should keep that to yourself. Whether you are a Jew, a Muslim or a Shaolin monk, you should accept those good wishes like you would any other. Consider it a once-a-year elevation of the mundane, "Have a nice day."
Wishing someone a merry Christmas isn't like proselytizing, where someone is trying to foist their religion on you. In reality, it's not about religion, at all. If you think about it, Santa Claus is the antithesis of just about every known religion.
There's no litmus test for having a merry Christmas. You don't have to believe in Jesus or God or anything to enjoy the spirit of Christmas. Even radical Muslims can get into the spirit of the season. All you have do, Achmed is chill out for a day. You can always blow yourself to kingdom come after New Years.
Earth isn't always the most welcoming place in the galaxy, so a day when people wish each other well should be cherished, not regulated. Christmas always falls on December 25, so "Merry Christmas" is a simple wish for you to enjoy that day, whatever your beliefs.
We wish each other a happy 4th of July without considering the social impact of the Boston Tea Party. Most people don't even know the significance of Labor Day or Memorial Day, but they'll still tell you to have a good one.
Even those of us who hate the Irish wish each other a happy St. Patrick's Day and most of us only know it as a day to puke on Rush Street.
How can anyone be up in arms about a simple pleasantry like, "Merry Christmas?" Would a guy whose girlfriend just came out of the closet get mad if you wish him a happy Valentines Day?
Truthfully, I don't know the answer to the one about the guy who gets dumped for a lesbian. He might be a bit unstable.
Growing up Jewish, we always searched out friends or distant relatives who celebrated Christmas, just so we could horn in on their festivities. Don't even get me started about Christmas Eve with the Chelemengos clan.
Suffice it to say that those are some fond memories.
Even as an atheist, I take comfort in those magical words. It's a feeling and it's contagious. For the briefest of moments, we can actually spread a little joy in the world. Isn't it better to spread a little joy than none at all?
And to all a good night.
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