On Christmas Eve. I’ve spent the day knitting on the couch, with cats. My husband’s been baking and roasting things all day. We’re giving my mom a loaf or two of lavender artisan bread, and my dad a couple dozen snickerdoodles. Tomorrow after hanging out with my family for a few hours, we’ll come back here and open up the house to all the weary travelers among our friends who will need a break from their own family responsibilities.
I am also looking forward to the yearly end of the War on the War on Christmas. After weeks of having people “defiantly” post on Facebook how they’re going to say “Merry Christmas!” and not “Happy Holidays” because they’re such fucking rebels, and calmly responding, “Why, yes, dear, you do have that right, just as I have the right to say ‘Happy Holidays’ or ‘Blessed Yule’ or what-the-fuck-ever.” Who the hell is telling people that they’re going to be disappeared by jackbooted thugs if they say Merry Fucking Christmas? My cousin finally posted a graphic she found that basically says, “I don’t care what you say, I’m just happy you took a moment to say something nice,” and it was so refreshing! Granted, when it comes to some people, I don’t think “Merry Christmas” counts as nice anymore if you’re saying it spitefully.
Could just be me.
So here’s my wish for you all: Be well and happy.
That’s all I’m looking for. Everyone be well and happy. Unless you’re idea of happiness is being a complete shit to other people (I’m lookin’ at you, Newt), then I hope you reap what you sow.
But for all my friends, readers, loved ones and oh, pretty much most people in the world, please, just be well and happy.
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