Personally, I don’t really celebrate Christmas—I don’t really buy into the marketing gimmick of a fat white man in a tracksuit who is meant to lead you into consuming all that you can either but besides all that, I don’t have much in way of family left to celebrate it with so I’ll probably skip the whole ordeal, wind up eating some ham sandwiches and catching up on some much needed sleep as I’m sure many other readers in similar predicaments will.
Peace to all, to all believers and non-believers alike. That should be the main point of Christmas, no?
Let’s try to keep the following in mind: You don’t need to believe in Yule, the Scandinavian fertility god, to enjoy the tradition of Yuletide carols and greetings. You don’t need to be a Wiccan to enjoy the tradition of wreaths or decking the halls with holly. You don’t need to be a Druid to enjoy the tradition of hoping for a kiss under the mistletoe. You don’t need to believe in the god Saturn to enjoy the tradition of decorating a Saturnalia tree in your home. You don’t need to believe in Thor, Odin or St. Nicholas to enjoy the tradition of a visitor bringing you gifts at night. You don’t need to believe in Sleipnir, Odin’s flying 8-legged horse, to enjoy the tradition of listening for the sound of hooves on your rooftop. You don’t need to believe in Mithras to enjoy the tradition of celebrating the sun’s rebirth on December 25th. And you don’t need to believe in Jesus Christ to enjoy the tradition of renaming this ancient holiday to “Christ’s Mass.”
All you need to enjoy these winter festivities is to be merry.
If you drink, try not to drive but if you must drive, drive very slowly and try not to hit any reindeer along the way.