Gosh it’s tough celebrating holidays in 21st century America.
Homeowners in Hudsonville, Mich., have been singled out for displaying what an anonymous letter-writer calls “pagan” lights and decorations on their properties.
On Wednesday night, residents of Vintage Drive found a letter attached to their mailboxes suggesting that anyone with Christmas lights or decorations should re-think their beliefs, because Christmas displays honor the “Pagan Sun-God” and do not pertain to the birth of Jesus.
Besides speaking against holiday lights, the note claimed that the use of mistletoe, wreaths and yule-logs were in no way representative of Christmas — yahoo.com
Well, okay. Given my non-observant background (read: heathen), I couldn’t tell you what any of this crap has to do with the birth of Jesus or Christianity either. Ditto Santa Claus and his sawed-off non-union elves, drunken groping at office parties, nausea-inducing music, and the entire retail season. What’s the point?
This is just who we’ve become. So what if we’ve corrupted beyond all decency and recognition the basic concepts of Christmas. We’ve been doing it for years, and the clergy themselves have been nothing but supportive.
As I say, I’m non-observant: in fact, a fucking atheist whose outmoded moral code suggests that an individual’s religious beliefs and celebration should be that individual’s private business. Have a blast. I’m happy for you. Just leave me out of it. I’ll stay here, from a safe distance I’d prefer you didn’t try to bridge with anything more intense or motivated than sharing a drink.
Want to string flammable light bulbs and dried wreaths around your house? Go ahead — FPL thanks you. Want to spend Christmas eve and/or morning on a hard bench listening to half-baked moralizing from some semi-educated knob in clerical garb pretending he or she isn’t a full-time fundraiser? Knock yourself out and drive carefully back and forth.
Me, I’d worry my brain would fall out my yawn-hole.
Most people I know who claim they’re good Christians, lay people and clergy, are in fact good people. They care, they’re decent and compassionate, and they don’t steal freight trains. The ones I worry about are the gung–ho evangelical purists like these, eager to instruct the world on piety and practice. They are the Inquisition, Puritans, Taliban with crosses. They give religion a bad name. They shit on Christmas and piss people off.
There’s a song by the band Cracker called, “Can I Take My Gun Up To Heaven?”. While I can’t answer that, I’m pretty sure this time of year we need it here.