Spreading Christmas Cheer

Don’t let Donald Trump fool you, as he fooled all of us so many times. Saying “Merry Christmas” never went out of fashion, and President Obama said it often enough. I’ve adopted it as a slogan this year, and I hope those of other faiths know that when I speak those words, I am really saying, “Happy Holidays.” But for me, because I celebrate Christmas, those particular words are the way to wish people the happiness of the season. It’s amazing in some cases how their faces lighten up when they hear that wish directed at them.

I’ve been out and about, celebrating the season, so I’ve had lots of opportunities to say those words. Two friends came for supper Monday—I cheated and reheated frozen spanakopita from the Greek festival, and we had a jolly time. Yesterday, lunch with good friends from my old office and dinner with three women I’m close to. Tonight, Betty and I went to one of our favorite haunts for supper. For me, that’s a veritable social whirl.

I saw a post on Facebook that suggested several “giving” ways to celebrate the holidays, and one was to reach out from friends that had fallen by the wayside. So I sent one an email, sent another a Jacqui Lawson card, and tonight called a third. Also, since I didn’t do Christmas cards, I did quick, personal email replies to three cards that I received today. Doing my bit to spread Christmas cheer.

Okay, so the Republicans finally shoved through the tax bill with which they’ve been threatening us—but the House couldn’t even get it right, and had to vote twice. Anyone think there’s an omen there? And net neutrality is gone, in the sitting president’s zeal to erase everything President Obama accomplished—but he can’t erase the goodwill and respect Obama earned from most of us—what is wrong with those who continue to hate him? Net neutrality will end up as a Congressional vote and maybe a court case. We’ve got an old, bitter, angry, narcissistic man envying a younger, vibrant, enthusiastic and charismatic man. Petty.

I refuse to let politics dampen the season’s joy, even as I realize the enormity of what’s been foisted on us. This is a season to celebrate and give thanks—come January, maybe about the 8^th (after Twelfth Night), I’ll start worrying about the world again. Meantime, Merry Christmas. Reach out, do what you can to make it a joyous season for others.

And take time to contemplate the wonder of Christmas lights, the joy of the music. Enjoy, whatever holiday you’re celebrating.