The reason for my season is basic astronomy, although your reason may be equally valid and special, who am I to say?
It’s Yule now. Have a blessed one. Light your candles and burn your wood and fire up your stove for somethin yummy. Love and light, love and light, love and light…
It’s not reactionary or revolutionary, it’s just a good day to honor light and warmth because it’s the shortest day of the year.
It’s also the time of year when people like to search their hearts and share their religious fervor by blasting everyone with “Jesus is the Reason for the Season!” which is exactly the sorta thing that sends me into red flag mode, but I’m not at war with Christmas so I don’t summon Odin to horse-trample those people, I simply nod and smile, because that’s the safe thing to do when you’re dealing with people who send you into red flag mode.
Jesus is the reason for many a people’s season. Groovy.
I’ll have you know that I am friends with plenty of Christians. Why, some of my best friends are Christians *she writes cheekily* and we’re friends because we’re the sort of people who possess the depth required to look at one another lovingly while thinking, “That stuff you believe is so incredibly ridiculous.”
Believing in stuff you can’t prove is ridiculous.
I too believe in ridiculous stuff.
We all believe in ridiculous stuff.
Except atheists. They’re all, “Everyone is so ridiculous.”
I do not care what you believe or worship or how you celebrate, I only care if you need me to follow the rules of your particular deity, which is why other religions are less worrisome for me than Christianity, because too many Christians like to legislate their beliefs and they all the time be like, “We shall be disciples of Christ and bring more people into the faith,” and I’m like, “Everyone in America has heard of Jesus” and I give them money for mission trips so they can travel to a foreign land and give my ticket to their heaven to someone else (while also providing clean water.)
It’s hard to love people who tell ya you’re gonna burn in Hell for eternity, okay? I do it anyway, because I’m such a loving person, but it’s not easy. Especially at Christmastime. I’m a big fan of Christmas hymns. I know all the words and when I sing them there isn’t anything about being hateful, intolerant, or self-righteous.
At most, the religious outrage of my Jewish friends has been, “Barbecue pork on challah!?”
For I am the kind of person who on Christmas Day will eat barbecue pork on challah while sitting next to my Buddhas under my hamsa while O Holy Night plays. I’m certain that’s good chi, right there.
Nonsense is part of who I am. I realize my nonsense may offend some people, and I’m okay with that, too. It’s not a matter of try to or try not to offend — these things don’t matter to me. What does matter is that the readers of this blog are my kind of people.
My kinda people understand that this is not, and will never be Nice Lady Blog.
My kinda people are those who can read this post and understand it is not an attack on all beliefs outside my own. (That’s prolly everyone.)
My kinda people enjoy self-expression and consumption of personal truth. My kinda people enjoy agreeing, especially commiserating, but they also enjoy exploring differences in perspective.
I like winter, you like summer.
I like old things, you like new things.
I like twinkly lights, you like … you don’t like twinkly lights? OH MY STARS HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE TWINKLY LIGHTS?! WHAT KINDA FREAK ARE YOU?!? I CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE BEEN READING YOU ALL THIS TIME! DON’T YOU KNOW TWINKLY LIGHTS ARE EVERYTHING?
Yes, it has been brought to my knowledge that for thousands of years people have celebrated light differently this time of year and I have always pretended to be tolerant of their religion and culture BUT I CARE ABOUT YOU AND YOU’RE ONLY FOOLING YOURSELF BECAUSE I KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO BE FRIED UP LIKE A SAVORY LATKE IF YOU DON’T LIKE TWINKLY LIGHTS!
See? Totally ridiculous.
*My apologies if any of you are believers of twinkly lights as gods. I’m sure not all of you are like that.
What’s the reason for your season, y’all? You like twinkly lights, right?