Making peace with the War on Christmas.

I’ve heard on TV that there’s a “War on Christmas.”  Oh no!  I just picture Santa’s workshop getting carpet bombed and elves fighting hand-to-hand combat in the streets. What? Santa’s the problem?  Oh.  I see.  Apparently some people worry that Christmas has gotten too commercialized. That the real meaning of the Season has been lost.

I guess I’m weird. I like the commercial side.  And I cherish the REAL meaning, too.  You see, my brain is big enough to handle both concepts at the same time. I don’t get offended if someone sends me a card that says “Happy Holidays!” or “Season’s Greeting.”  I just smile that I got the card at all and then think, “That person must have just bought a bunch of cards and just happens to be like me and has friends who are of other faiths as well.” I don’t view it as an attack on my beliefs.

Christ is what Christmas is about to me. Not just the man. What the man stood for.  Love. Peace.  It’s a time when I am thankful for all the blessings in my life. It’s when I like giving gifts to people I care about.  It’s when I thank God for giving us His only Son and then I go love on my three. So if that means I enjoy Rudolph and Santa and the Grinch also, well, that’s OK, too.  It’s all good to me.

Merry Christmas. Seasons Greetings. Happy Holidays. Happy Hanukkah or whatever you say this time of year.  The War on Christmas is over for me. Peace on Earth. Good will to men.