I would say Happy Holidays but ... I'm not Jewish, Muslim or black so Hanukkah, Eid, and Kwanzaa are out. This leaves me either Happy Solstice or Merry Christmas, and since wishing someone happy days-are-getting-longer is less than romantic, I am sticking with XMAS. So let the PC police come drag my ass to holiday prison.
I am all about Christmas this year. Reasons?
1. I do not work in retail.
2. I have little kids who are now old enough to really get into it and enjoy Christmas.
3. Birthday of my favorite real life Superhero.
Here is our little second hand manger scene. I like it. It does not have as much soul as the one my family made out of salted dough when I was a kid, but this one does have one thing our old one did not. The force. Oh yeah.
Don't get me wrong. I have loads of complaints and issues with this historically inaccurate celebration of a mix of 98% commercialism, 1% santa worship and 0.5% each of the blending of pagan and christian traditions. But I don't really care that much. I am just a huge fan of Jesus. Not the one on all the walls. You know. The guy with charming, deep blue eyes and long blondish hair. I know that guy and he ain't Jesus. He is Kevin, the surfer guy I partied with in San Diego. He is alright but I seriously doubt those midwesterners would keep his picture on their wall if they knew some of the stuff this guy has gotten into. I am a fan of the real Jesus.... or at least as close to the real Jesus that I can gather. He is a radical. A revolutionary. A thorn in the side of religious institutions, both then and now. He is a compassionate and flexible humanist whose love of people trumps his obedience to rules. He is inflexible when it comes to presenting the truth even if it offends people whose lifestyles (including my own) conflict with the message. He is worth looking into if all you know about him is that he looks like my friend Kevin and he is an old book. Because nothing is more annoying than either uneducated liberals bashing Jesus for fascist things people have done in his name, or Teabaggers and Stormtroopers using Jesus as their poster-child for war, aggression and plain old fashion idiocy. Damn, that's annoying.