It’s Christmas, please
Even if you are not religious at all, you should feel a bit uncomfortable calling December 25th (or indeed this entire season) anything but Christmas. It is not Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, winter solstice, or some nondescript holiday season. It is Christmas, celebrating the birth of Jesus. Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, come to earth in human flesh.
Did His birth actually occur on December 25th? No, probably not. We don’t know for sure. And it doesn’t matter. But if it doesn’t matter, why should we care that the season is called something other than Christmas?
Because the date, the season, and even the word have been hijacked.
For more decades than I would like to admit, I can personally attest to the fact that what we did on and around December 25th was called the celebration of Christmas. Many would hasten to point out that we improperly celebrated, as it was (and is) mostly about consumerism, but that is a whole other issue. It was still called Christmas… until the last few years.
Now, it seems, because of political correctness, diversity, sensitivity, and tolerance of any fool idea that flows down the pike, we cannot call the season what it is without risk of substantial criticism.
That, my friends, is a dangerous affront to long standing tradition, an insidious rewriting of history, and a trampling of the rights of those who want to hold on to something sacred.
So, even if you don’t believe in the One whose birth we celebrate, attempts to change what is, what has been for centuries, should be cause for concern. Next, someone might decide to change your birth date, or declare it didn’t happen at all, in which case you would no longer exist.
Celebrate whatever you want, whenever you want. I wish you all the best in doing so. But what we do on December 25th is Christmas.
Merry Christmas!