I wish the joy and peace of Christmas to all. You know all the arguments to and fro about “Put the Christ back in Christmas”. I shan’t add to them here. But, I think, I will explain my perspective a touch.
Christmas, to me, is all about looking outside myself. Looking to others and for others, and about others. There’s a lot of strife in the world, but there’s really only so much I can do about that. There’s a hell of a lot more I can do right nearby, though. The neighbor fussing around with his snowblower that just won’t work. Here-borrow mine. The writer who is going off on retreat–let’s fill a forum with reminisces about why we all appreciate her, so she returns to post after post about why she is important to us.
Random acts of kindness. That’s how I celebrate Christmas. Turning to my opponents and saying “thank you–you keep me sharp”.
You might not celebrate Christmas. That’s fine–it’s a free country, one that I dedicated a decade of my life to protect. I thank those who stand watch–not just the military, but the police and firemen and EMTs and doctors who staff the life-critical infrastructure of this great land so that the rest of us can enjoy a day to be with the ones we love.
To all, then. Merry Christmas. May the season infuse your soul, free your Muse, and result in a burst of sustained creativity to last for all of 2014. That would be the best present I could give to you, my loyal readers.