Merry Christmas!

We still say Merry Christmas in this household, mostly because we celebrate the holiday, but also because we refuse to bow to the politically crowd and their Happy Holidays dictates.

Let me assure you that if you desire to wish me Happy Hanukkah, Merry or Happy Kwanzaa, and/or Merry or Happy Ramadan, I won’t be offended.

I won’t be traumatized. I won’t be rushing to the media to make charges of intimidation. I won’t consider it a microaggression, or even a macroaggression.

If one is looking to be offended, opportunities are many. Just last night — Christmas Eve – I was trying to watch reruns of The Office only to have my eyes assaulted by repetitive promos for RuPaul’s Drag Race.

Is this appropriate advertising on Christmas Eve? Not for me.

But I didn’t curl up in a fetal position sucking my thumb due to the trauma of it all. Along that line, if someone wishes me well for a holiday, I will accept it in the spirit it was offered.

I can’t celebrate these holidays of others– that would allow the social justice warriors to scream cultural appropriation. I can, however, recognize that they are holidays celebrated by many and feel good for them.

And, in the final analysis, isn’t that a common theme that the holidays of different cultures are supposed to represent?

Soon our family will be arriving here to eat another great turkey dinner prepared by the wife, exchange presents and later make some trips to visit my mother in a long-term care facility.

We will enjoy Christmas, despite governmental efforts to derail that. I hope you do, too.