Commentary by Lenny Roberts
It amazes me the way people have to watch what they say for fear of offending someone else. Don’t even get me started on the African-American thing. Caucasians are white, Negroes are black, and if you were born here or have become a citizen, you are an American. Barack Obama is half white, half black. He is not an African-American. He was born in Hawaii and raised in Kansas. Or vice-versa. I’m not sure and I really don’t care. End of story.
But this is not about what color the president is. This is about “the holidays.”
My intent here is not to sound like Bill O’Reilly or to upset Christians — especially the ones who go to church on more than just Christmas and Easter. But to me, Christmas is not about the day we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. You really think he was born on December 25? Christmas is about toys, family, and the look in a child’s eye on Christmas morning. It’s about decorating a tree and going through all the headaches of shopping, online or in a crowded store. It’s about remembering the sound your Lionel train made as it circled the Christmas tree. It’s about standing outside while it’s snowing and not being cold. It’s about the aroma that fills the house ahead of the Christmas dinner your mom has been working on for days. It’s about worrying how to pay for all the stuff you bought. It’s about hoping your choice of gifts was right, and it’s about hoping you got what you wanted. Sorry, but that’s what Christmas means to me, and probably a whole lot of other folks regardless of their religion or ethnicity.
Now we get holiday cards that provide us with holiday wishes, usually sent from people who greet you with “happy holidays” as if they are afraid to offend just in case. My response has always been and will always be “merry Christmas.”
I will not attend a holiday party, sale or event, send holiday cards, have a holiday dinner, or, yikes, put up our holiday tree. I will not celebrate the holiday season. So let’s just call it what it is. It’s Christmas.