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Have a great Christmas, Solstice, Mithras, Saturnalia, Hanukkah, Festivus, Holiest of High Holy Shopping Day, Stuffmas, or whatever you call it.
I call it Christmas out of convenience, despite neither being a Christian or having much of a religious background.
It’s easier for people to understand, and people tend to withdraw their offer of cookies or treats when you tell them you aren’t a Christian.
Many people are the religion they are because of the culture they were born in, and the fact that one of their ancestors were threatened with being roasted alive, beheading, or crucifixion if the didn’t convert to the dominant religion. Many of these cultures previously had a winter holiday with many elements in common.
I celebrate Christmas out of cultural tradition reinforced by familial love and nostalgia.
I remember it for the family gatherings where my Grandparents used to make the trip to stay with us before my Grandpa’s health wouldn’t permit it. I remember the year that I got Rock Em Sock Em Robots and my older brother got dress shoes (like Dad’s) and my sisters got plastic horse sets. I remember buying my kids elaborate Lego sets and spending all afternoon in our pajamas, up to our necks in little pieces, determined to put the damned thing together.

Ricky on the true meaning of Christmas

Celebrate the holidays anyway you want. Don’t let Kultur Kreiger O’Reilly tell you what to do or who to do it with or what you want to
call it.

Have fun with the people you love, whoever they are. They are your family, whether they’re related to you or not. Enjoy your time with your children; they grow up so fast you won’t believe it.