This time of year, there are plenty of trinkets and impulse items that I refuse to buy; most of which sit upon the shelves of my neighborhood Shaper Image. People have attempted to sell me on all kinds of devices and fad gadgets over the years, but when it comes to me and what’s in my wallet, let’s just say that it’s a bit of a trick to separate one from the other.
The same can be said for certain ideas that various people trundle out during the holiday season, ideas meant to provoke you and me into buying a round trip ticket on their bandwagon. The War on Christmas is one such idea. Over the past two years, too many people have offered me this idea at bargain basement prices. But I won’t go for it. Not last year, not this year, not next year, not ever. No way, no how.
When it comes to this War on Christmas, consent is not only manufactured, but the entire idea is pure invention. Other people, in other forums have covered this issue fairly well. Since this is my little corner of Blog World, I will add a brief comment.
Now, I confess that I am one of those people who use the phrase “Happy Holidays” from the end of November to the end of December. And I have used this phrase long before I ever heard of a war on Christmas or political correctness or the need to be respectful of other traditions. My reason for using “Happy Holidays” is simple: I say it to friends and colleagues who I see for the last time around December 20th and I won’t see again until, say, January 20th. By my count, two holidays will have come and gone by the time I see them again, hence, “Happy Holidays.”
Simple as that.
Besides, I can’t get that worked up over a little positive interaction with a fellow human being. I can’t download moral outrage for someone who wishes me happiness. There are too many people out in the world wishing all of us all sorts of mean and nasty things. I’ll take any moment of kindness, no matter how fleeting or half-hearted, I can get.
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