Whatever you do, don’t say Merry Christmas!
So. It is the day before Christmas Eve on another very, very bleak Winter’s day. God knows what the ‘big box’s’ are doing in terms of the number of shoppers but the general area looks like a ghost town. I go into a store and buy a couple of sweet rolls from one of the only remaining one owner small shops still standing. I greet everyone with a “Merry Christmas” and in return I get a “Good Morning”. The person behind the counter is personable enough. She has a pleasant attitude. In the course of the transaction a couple of other femmes exit from the back going about their task busy as bees. After the fourth one appears I wonder if their are any males in the back? Or possibly if they have been stung to death by these female worker bees, (ha ha). Obviously, I keep my idle thoughts to myself being at least four decades past the oldest one. Two are of ethnic backgrounds. Parents from south of the border judging by their natural accents overlaying English. No one is remote or diffident. That is until just before leaving when I say the fatal words again. “Merry Christmas” and then add “Have a “Prospero Ano!” Like a small school of triggered fish they all turn away as if they are dodging a rock dropped in a small pond. One the Hispanic girls tosses a very frigid “Happy Holiday” back at my fleeting form as if to cleanse the atmosphere of the hated Anglo ‘del Norte’ epithet.
So. The gasoline prices have taken a sudden spike into nosebleed. Customers in this holiday season are as far and few in-between as Mastodons. And of course given the marked paucity of lawns empty of holiday decorations Christmas is somehow out of style? Given my age and the generation that it dates from I find this equation somewhat curious in light of my own experience. Indulging in the equally dreaded, “When I was young . . .” style of commentary, I must say that Christmastime whatever it was or was not stood for a time when at year’s end, bygones were bygones. The time when all the Dickensonian Scrooge-like characters were invoked to abandon their usual emotional parsimony and give a little just for the Hell of it as far as making an attempt to share in the spirit of the holiday. If one continuously chimed “Merry Christmas” back and forth it was out of a feeling of the better parts of human nature of dropping one’s usual prejudices and wishing other’s well. Maybe going out of ones way a bit to ‘present’ those one associated with a little something special.
Now of course, the end of the year has been transformed into something vague and almost completely commercial. A duty akin to paying taxes to the viscous and vengeful ‘Nanny state” of mind that youngsters are ceaselessly indoctrinated with from the point that they are surrendered by their career conscious parents. One gets the impression that Santa is only tolerated for his color ‘Red’ which of course is emblematic of Marxism that in turn is the core doctrine behind the congealed sense of stagnant air of Globalism that pervades the country. Consider what someone means in the term “Happy Holidays?” How many holidays outside of an equally European custom of the bringing in the New Year at the end of the month could there be. There is of course the officially Roman church date designated birth of their main representative Jesus Christ on the 25th of the month. The ‘de rigor’ of that celebration demanding that the faithful show up at Midnight to celebrate three wiser souls that the rest to bring gifts to the ‘fatherless’ child. Some thing that ironically fits too well with current modern day society in these parts. The idea being of course to renew one’s acceptance of the New Testament that in its unadulterated form has some positive notions of how to get along in live with everyone else.
There are the eight days of the Saturn worshiping prone Jews of the biblical Old Testament referred to as the ‘festival of lights‘. The major symbol of the menorah which that despite political rhetoric of our outgoing President has been allowed to displace the usual Christmas tree on the White House lawn if noting else by virtue of location and particularly overt public visibility. The basis of this celebration like all its other yearly equivalents being to celebrate an event of crushing their opponents in a sanguine revolution, this time against the ancient post Alexander the Great era Greeks who wanted to make them stop draining blood all over their altars. Something that had a similar sense of public outrage in that time with our own mixed appreciation of the current ‘Pizzagate’. A whole lot of spin leading to Gimel and leading to the inevitable “Gimme!” The other two major competing celebrations that might be referred to in the ‘Holiday’ part being literally spiritually Satanic involving the symbolically Kabbalah friendly worship Winter Solstice and its ‘shake and bake’ BLM politically correct exclusive holiday for American blacks, Kwanzaa. The reigning Wiki article scrupulously avoiding the part that blows the cover of this event as being African and International as opposed to an invention of a nineteen-sixties black radical and FBI stooge by the name of Karenga. The odd part of this amalgam of holidays other than Christmas is they all seem to be based upon exclusivity of the group celebrating them. Each a ‘private party’ where others are not really invited but merely tolerated.
So the original most historically publicly celebrated holiday in this neck of the woods AKA “Merry Christmas” is now considered on the level of insult if mentioned in the public discourse as well-wishing and greeting? Something no doubt part of the elementary indoctrination in lieu of useful education that paints the history of this nation as something to be despised if congealed by anything termed, “White.” I would say given the sad state of the world around us all that we need a little more public worship of the overall Christmas spirit and a lot less of fear driven PC based respect for all the amorphous others. So with that let me wish all a “Merry Christmas!“