Ya know ptownrob... I sometimes think this is all a big difference in what we, as a culture and people, have become. There was a time when all the
differences were not differences, so much as an accepted part of just the way we are. At least that was my perception as a child. Channukah
decorations and Christian decorations were all over town.
We knew we were all different, but that's just the way it was, and there was no big deal about it.
We have become, in my, perhaps, screwy opinion, a society of self centered piles of flesh... No one can just let things slide as they used to be. We
have to contiually push for political, religious, moral, and ethical correctness, often to the extent of stupidity.
Ya know... I used to think that I wanted to live forever. But, as I get older, I find that I honestly believe that we oldsters have to go away so the
youngsters can live, develop, and create their own folkways and morés. And, personally, I don't think that I want to outlive my youthful memories
of Christmas (religious or not) wherein there were glass lightbulbs on the Christmas tree, strings of popcorn, paper ornaments, bubbling liquid
filled, candle lights and real candy canes. No aluminum or plastic trees in those days. Tinsel was made out of extremely thin aluminum foil or
similar material, at least it was metal.
The relatives all got together and exchanged gifts, ate until we were stuffed and just generally had a great day. Some went to church, some did not.
but no one put anyone else down for their beliefs, or lack thereof.
Used to be a time when people really wanted to have peace on earth. There were examples from two previous World Wars where, hundreds of thousand of
men were involved in the express mission of killing one another, only to have a truce and break over the Christmas holidays. Some things, then,
seemed to transcend political differences, and temporal differences.
I long for the days when I didn't have a quiet, somber, and solo tumbler of scotch on Christmas day with which I salute absent comrades (military
folk know what I mean, I suspect). I long for the simple joys of a day of excitement, family, and love without worrying whether or not that you or
your family or friends are offended that I have a nativity in my front yard, of a menorah.
I love to sit and reminisce over Christmas Carols sung by the varied likes of Gene Autry, Nat king Cole, Bing Crosby, Mel Tormé, and the Beach Boys,
with the joy in my heart of the day...
Sigh ... And so, knowing that this stuff will not come to pass anymore in that same innocent fashion, perhaps it is a good thing that we old folks end
up going on out of here instead of languishing in a time and in a set of conditions that we do not understand or feel like we wish to have to put up
with for the rest of our lives.
Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year a.k.a Happy Holidays.
Now leaving this post to the haunting, faint strains of "It's the Little St. Nick" by the Beach Boys.