Someone at work gave me a Christmas card today, which actually mentioned Jesus. Right there on the front, a blatant reference to religion. How dare people think they can push their mystical nonsense on me like that? I shall of course be suing the NHS trust for this inexcusable intrusion onto my personal freedoms.
Oh wait, no. Sorry, I forgot I wasn’t a strawman on Fox News for a second there.
I’m looking forward to Christmas. (Don’t get me anything, though, unless you’re very directly related to me.) And obviously the Jesus stuff doesn’t mean much to me, but anyone’s welcome to enjoy it however you want. Tim Minchin offers an alternative suggestion for what meaning it has for some godless folk, for instance. Mitch Benn also articulated it particularly well in the Atheist’s Guide To Christmas.
And hey, if you find your own personal reason to celebrate this time of year in lingerie and sex toys, knock yourself out. Don’t worry about church leaders being furious. That’s their job, and the “War on Christmas” is made up by people in the business of outrage. Don’t sweat it. Happy Christmas.