So as you may have been able to tell, I celebrate Christmas. I am, however, aware that not everyone does. You wouldn't think it, walking around any city or town across this country.
It is, in fact the only religious holiday sanctioned by the Federal government. It has taken over every store and shopping center. Radio and TV have bowed to Christmas's megalithic dominance.
You can say "Happy Holidays" to anyone and your friends will not now, nor ever, assume you mean any of the other events known to occur in December. You can call the huge evergreen in the capital, a "holiday" tree, but no one thinks you are celebrating a pagan yule. You can relegate your manger scenes and angels to private property and decorate the city hall in candles and pine boughs, but no one thinks that you have suddenly begun to celebrate the Solstice.
All of this is to preface why I get so ticked off when someone puts on a cloak of righteous indignation to pick at some imagined grievance in a completely fabricated "war" on Christmas. Anyone who suggests that Christmas is in danger of becoming subsumed in a rash of Kwanzaa fruit and menorah candles needs to pull their head out of their ass and look around.
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For the record, I distinctly remember my parents sending and getting "Happy Holidays" cards when I was a kid, and no one seemed the least bit confused.
I think we're getting stupider.
My cousin's a chef. He used to send Happy Hollandaise cards.
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