As the holiday season creeps closer and closer to the end of summer, so does the never-ending (and mostly inane) discussion about Christ, Christmas, holiday greetings and simply anything and everything that has nothing to do with the season. Even though the pumpkins are still on the steps and the turkey hasn’t been sliced, happy holidays. There I said it. Now what?
As a guideline (short of a rule) I avoid politics and religion on this blog – largely because I firmly believe it’s no one’s business what I think about either. However, the garbage spewed about Starbucks and the holiday cups is just too much (OK maybe I spent too much time on social media today). Whatever. I am done already – so happy holidays. There I said it, again.
Without a discussion of Christ in Christmas (or how a mall dresses up the area where Santa sits), or when Hanukkah Harry will show up, or if Dr. Maulana Ndabezitha Karenga is truly the originator of Kwanza – can we all just agree that the holidays are a time for us to reflect on the good fortune in our lives.
None of us live the storybook, but one time a year we’re all in better than normal cheer and its a time of year where you feel like almost anything can happen. Why cloud the moment with a narrative of forced religion wrapped in oblique symbolism?
I won’t. Happy holidays, there I said it again.
If I see you after Thanksgiving, if we talk before the end of the year or maybe (but highly unlikely) I’ll send out cards. I won’t try to guess if you’re Jewish like me, Catholic or African-American. Instead, with heartfelt pleasure I’ll say to you, “Happy holidays,” there I said it again. Now what?