On the syllabus of my first year class this year, December 6th is noted thus: "Papers handed back; receive Christmas cookie."
Yeah, that's right. A Christmas cookie. And I wished them all a Merry Christmas on the way out--and told them to relax over the break from studies and the enjoyment of whatever holiday they celebrate. Me, I celebrate Christmas, and wanted to share good wishes from that angle. I bake Christmas cookies, and host a Christmas party, and send out Christmas cards, and hang Christmas lights, and I even have more than one Christmas screen saver.
I was raised Catholic, so I come by this honestly. I'm not Catholic anymore, and my Christmas is more about the secularized rituals of decoration and eggnog and Santa and such. But still. It's Christmas. It's not "the season" nor is it "the holidays," particularly not as such locutions are generally meant, in the most hysterical of politically correct hypercorrection, to not offend someone who might not celebrate Christmas. You don't have to celebrate Christmas; that's fine. I'm by no means intending to proselytize. However, I don't get what's offensive about me sharing good wishes with you on the basis of a holiday I jump into with both feet every single year: part of my Christmas is smiling at people and wishing them Merry Christmas.
We are arrived at a sorry state when cheerful greetings and a desire to share buttery baked goods chokes up in our throats because we don't want to offend anyone. Because we're scared. How on Earth can I offend anyone by smiling and wishing them well, wishing them shortbread dusted in icing sugar and coloured sprinkles?
Surely, we are not so delicate as to be offended by kindness? I am a vegetarian. Sometimes, I go places where people don't know that, and prepare food with meat, and offer it to me with kindness. You know what? I eat it. I eat it because it was prepared with good will and generosity, as a gesture of human contact. Also, usually, I'm pretty hungry.
So. I think it's terrible, this slicing and dicing of acceptable phrases of mush that are deliberately context- and culture-free. It's a vague, bland, nothing kind of self-expression of the sort that if it showed up in an essay I'd draw a field of Rudolph noses all over it. What do you mean? Be precise! Weasel words!
In this vein, I'm actually a lot more sympathetic to those who lobby to "keep the Christ in Christmas" than I am with the purveyors of "season's greetings" and "holiday sale." They are trying, at least, to keep some specificity and rootedness in their celebration. Still, I'm a sucker for red and white decorations and for the (religious) traditions of my own childhood. So yeah, I'm secularizing and generalizing Christmas. But I draw the line at changing the name. And I draw the line at the idea that calling Christmas what it is is somehow offensive. One of my friends and I were out for supper the other night, and heard a really loud someone at another table speaking loudly of "ghetto blasters" and we looked at one another, askance: we call them boom boxes now, because 'ghetto blaster' is a derogatory term. Christmas, I suggest to you, is not a derogatory term, and needs to emendation.
So then. From my keyboard to yours: Merry Christmas, goddamnit.