Bam… there it is.
The last few years there has been so much talk leading up to Christmas about using the simple phrase, “Merry Christmas”. To be politically correct and sensitive to the celebration of every holiday, we are told to use the phrase ‘Happy Holidays’ instead. Politicians mutter the phrase through broad smiles and glowing teeth with every “pick me! pick me!” hand shake. Publications like newspapers try to do the right thing and post HAPPY HOLIDAYS messages on their front pages.
They can’t win. There is always someone that is going to be pissed off. How do they not realize this by now?
While driving home yesterday I was reading a fairly widespread newspaper and came to the editorial section. Countless (because I didn’t count them) people wrote in with disgust at that Happy Holidays message on their front page… “it’s the celebration of Christ’s birth so it’s Christmas“, “if you’re going to pretend you’re celebrating all holidays then print the message at the beginning of Hannukah too”, blah blah blah.
It makes me a little sad that people would let something so silly get under their skin to the point of taking time out of their holidays to write a nasty note to a newspaper. It’s supposed to be a time of family and cheer, not hate letters and jeers.
I think we should all just say what we want and leave it at that. If I want to say Merry Christmas, then I will. If your reply is Happy Hannukah, fine by me. If your response is to get in my face about it, I genuinely feel sorry for you.
If the newspaper wants to write one big Happy Holidays instead of one hundred other greetings to cover the belief systems of everyone living in Canada, then accept that they are trying to address everyone, smile at the effort, and go back to eating your turkey.
On a personal note, we had a lovely Christmas in Cape Breton with my husband’s family. It was my first Christmas away from home so it was different in many ways but, surprisingly, the same in a lot of ways too. It was nice. The long drive makes the holidays feel kind of rushed and too short but the downtime at home was wonderful.
We took Nelly and Maggie with us and were joined by Molly, Todd’s lab. Three chocolate labs make for a bit of extra craziness but they’re good girls.
And that’s nothing compared to the mayhem that must be happening today when two of the other siblings show up with four kids and a pile of new presents in tow. Yikes.