“Just because it’s Christmas – And at Christmas you tell the truth” –Love Actually
It’s that time of year. The time of year in which Thanksgiving has actually passed and this thing called December has started and I allow myself to use the word “Christmas.”
Sometimes I like to celebrate Christmas by listening to the latest “War on Christmas” diatribe and shaking my head at how strange it is to live in a deeply religious country that occasionally pretends to be secular.
Sometimes I like to celebrate Christmas by carefully employing the phrase “Happy Holidays” to emphasize that all that D.C. area political correctness sunk in, which is why I used to know at least two elementary school choir songs about Hanukkah (and still can’t ever decide how to spell it) and one about Kwanzaa (although my main memory of that holiday is that there was one black student in my high school journalism class, and he hated the end-of-year issue because someone would inevitably ask him if people for real celebrated that holiday – a question which was justifiably met with the same eye roll a Japanese friend gave to our freshman history teacher when she was asked if she wanted to explain to the class what Buddhism meant).
Mostly I don’t play that game.
Elizabeth DeOrnellas 