Ah, it's that time of year again. The snow fails to come out in Southern California... Christmas music begins playing on the radio... everyone stocks up on egg nog and then realizes how much they don't like it after taking a sip... yes, it's finally winter. What? Christmas? No, sir/madam, happy Thursday to you. It's Thursday, and all that matters is updating my blog.
In case you were wondering who Harry is, and why I'm wishing him a happy Christmas specifically, I'm referencing the first Harry Potter movie.
I just happen to think the phrase "Happy Christmas" is a tad funny sounding. I have a lot of inside inside jokes that I only have with myself; this is one of them. Consider yourself one of the lucky few who have essentially peered into my mind.
The reason I'm being slightly bah-humbuggy is because I don't celebrate Christmas.
GASP!
No, I am not Christian, and Jesus probably wasn't even born in December. Here's a more scientific source. Between those two things, I don't recognize Christmas as a holy day. Instead, I give praise to the sun god and burn offerings in my backyard, according to the true pagan origin of the holiday.
- spirit of Jesus throughout the year
- corporate holiday
- how I celebrate
Heh. Our family doesn't recognize Christmas as a holy day, so we don't decorate or do any Christmas traditions. We do give gifts back to those people who give them to us. We don't give gifts to each other, so my Christmas loot comes primarily from close family that is Christian. And it's all about the loot, right?
Yeah, Christmas is now a corporate holiday, just like Valentine's Day. Easter's on its way, and eventually, everyone will forget what Patriot Day is and start busting out barbecues on that day, too. If you had to look up what Patriot Day is, we're halfway there. It's kind of sad and makes me sound like a super liberal anti-capitalism hippie when I complain about it.
So... you know... since Christmas is all corporate and not even on the right day, I have a solution to propose. How about we all ditch Christmas and instead celebrate the life of Jesus Christ by personifying his teachings every day, throughout the year? Even if you believe he is a fictional character, at least you can agree he was a great guy and that the world would be a much better place if everyone acted like that.
Anyway, this blog post kind of veered off on its own course after I started writing it. Merry Christmas. Join in next Thursday for a post about why the year shouldn't start on January 1st at all. I'm heading off to get warm in front of my stocking-less fireplace.
Thanks, Farris, for inspiring me to write about a holiday I don't celebrate.