I really didn’t want to do this; but my hand (and, ahem, Leslie’s for this accompanying picture) has been forced. I’m declaring a war on the war on Christmas. I need to know why our nation’s news organizations are so obsessed with this non-story, and who started all this kerfluffle (am looking in your direction, Mr. O’Reilly), so I can kick them in the baby-maker.
I just don’t understand why people are upset when someone is just trying to be nice. There really are a whole lot of worse things they could say to you.
A few weeks ago, a guy friend of mine wanted to celebrate the fact that he and his fiancé were going to have a baby with his most near and dear. Long story short, this was a baby shower thrown by a couple of dudes for a crowd of mostly dudes and three girls attending. It was quite possibly the best baby shower ever. No stupid games where you guess how big Mommy-to-be’s belly is with ribbon. There was no wishing well, unless you count the grated heater in Joe’s floor where renegade silverware goes to die; and the only reason the shower didn’t have a theme based around watching that day’s soul-crushing Eagles game was because the Eagles weren’t playing that day. (Nonetheless, there was still football on the TV, for everyone in attendance of said shower except the three ladies were in a fantasy football league.)
Besides the paper tablecloth with pictures of babies on it buried underneath not one, not two, but THREE sandwich trays; balloons strewn about the tiny apartment in every color EXCEPT pink or blue, and one of those cardboard letter-banners reading “Baby Shower”; there was the cake. A cake which read “Happy Baby”, which my brother and I took to chanting for most of the afternoon like characters in a Japanimation cartoon (always wanted to be one of those). No, it made no sense, and yes, it was pretty damn near inappropriate. After all, would it have killed the novice boy-shower-organizers to ASK a girl what the appropriate phrase to write in delicious icing would be?
But Joe’s cake-wish blunder wasn’t even a blip on the radar of that afternoon. The real story was that it was a great shower. Everyone there was genuinely excited that our friends were going to have a baby, and no one had to make a baby out of chewing gum to prove it.
So here’s the memo. Say whatever the frig you want, as long as you mean it. It’s the thought that counts.
I really didn’t want to do this; but my hand (and, ahem, Leslie’s for this accompanying picture) has been forced. I’m declaring a war on the war on Christmas. 
3 comments:
Happy Baby! I like it. I mean isn't that what most wanna be parents should look forward too a happy baby (not to mention healthy).
As for Christmas, X-mas, Chrismahansakwanika - I can think most would agree that it is one time a year set aside to spend with your family and friends. A declared time to generally try and be nice to those around you both familiar and unfamiliar. One set time frame to not fret about your bills, your responsibilities, or those things that vex you on a day to day basis.
The religious aspect may vary from person to person, but that's what makes America beautiful is that it CAN vary.
Sigh.. as for Mr. O'Reilly, he's a blog all to himself.
Once he said something along the lines of "if you don't like what i'm saying change the channel."
Which is exactly what I did..I LIKED Snoop Dogg in the Muppets movie.
EDITORS NOTE : I exempted the word woulda from my comment..I woulda LIKED Snoop..etc. Snoop was never in the muppets movie.
Every Friday I read an advice chat online at a newspaper website. Last week a person wrote in saying that he/she gets offended (offended!) when strangers say "Happy Holidays" to him/her because of strong opinions about not celebrating Chrimmas. Can't you just say "thanks" and move on? Couldn't you even reply "same to you" because the person has no way of knowing that you don't celebrate....are we to hold ourselves responsible for the feelings of everyone? What if somebody's day is ruined because you don't say "Happy Holidays"?
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