More importantly, we celebrate the first Noel, when some folks asked “What child is this?”, and angels sang “Glory to the newborn king”.
It’s Christmas time again, when a reindeer named Rudolph and a snowman named Frosty become heroes, and we are reacquainted with scary villains with names like Grinch and Scrooge.
I always look forward to this time of year, to writing something about Christmas. This year in particular, the topic seemed so ripe for the picking.
I would hang out under the mistletoe and drink eggnog with the other folks bashing the attacks on Christmas by secularists.
I would take my potshots at liberal media and those who have gone overboard from the good ship S.S. Politically Correct. I would denounce those who dared utter “Happy Holidays” rather than “Merry Christmas”.
And then it hit me. I don’t mind anyone wishing me a happy holiday, after all. I don’t need some corporation blitzing me with it in their ads. I don’t need some store-greeter shooting me a phony smile and a yuletide greeting. I am very well aware of what time of year it is, and so is the vast majority of the rest of America.
It’s Christmas Time, and nothing can stop that from coming.
