There is just something about this time of year that puts a skip in your step and a smile on your face. The whole ambience of the season really gets to you. The sound of briefcases opening to file lawsuits about Christmas songs at public schools, the clickity-crack of Nativity scenes being dragged back into storage after threats from the ACLU, the lack of the sound of bells clanging as Salvation Army personnel get the heave-ho from businesses. Who can forget the moment hesitation as store employees try to remember what the politically correct reply is this week as you enter and leave the store. The night before the Christmas wars where all through the malls not a mention of Christmas, nor Merry Christmas y’all.
When all are filled with the Christmas war spirit it is a sight to behold. Disturbance of the peace on earth and ill will towards men. The joy of arguments breaking out to trying to figure out if something is a Christmas tree or a Holiday tree. The Holiday that must not be named. The fun of coming up with non-specific winter season songs to be performed by public high school choirs. The competition involving who can out grinch other grinches just gives you a warm fuzzy feeling. The endless TV movies of an obviously inept Santa Claus that once again needs some help to save Christmas along with the other ones with the message family is important – just as long as it isn’t the Holy Family that is counted as important.
The Christmas wars enable all to be of good sneer. A time to let out the inner Scrooge. For one side to complain about Christian religious symbols being forced on them and the other to complain about the growing secularization and commercialization of Christmas. The Christmas wars provide an opportunity for everyone to be upset equally. That all sides can come together in unity with something to gripe about. It all just brings fond memories to my heart as I think about it and Christmas wars past.