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Merry Merry Happy Happy
The idea of “Happy Holidays” being a forced and politically correct replacement for “Merry Christmas” is sad to those of us who were raised on Christmas spirit and who know a bit about history. It’s funny how it is okay to say “Happy Chanukah” and “Have a wonderful Kwanzaa” or “May your Ramadan be delightful!” — but if you say “Have yourself a merry little Christmas” you’re placing yourself in the middle of a political firestorm that doesn’t mind who gets burned in the process.
Top 10 Christmas Songs
Here are the Top 10 Christmas Songs of All Time as performed with the most dedication to the melody:
The Spirit of Christmas Passed
by Nancy McDaniel
What a curious Christmas this last one was. I didn’t think it all mattered so much to me, but I guess it did.
It’s All About Traditions for Me
I’m not religious. I don’t go to church any more. I believe in something but I don’t even know if I believe in God. So for me, personally, Christmas isn’t about religion. Of course I know it is for millions of people and I respect that. But for me, Christmas is about family and dear friends and children and caring and kindness. And being together with people you love. For me, Christmas has always been about traditions. It’s about the whole thing.
Holiday Blues
by María L. Trigos-Gilbert
It seems as if I’m “predestined” to live in an airplane (always traveling during the holidays). Last December I spent Christmas by myself in one of Florida’s airports. Of course, the idea was to travel to spend Christmas with my parents and siblings. Isn’t that ironic? That’s to say I got there after Christmas. Take note: Christmas in Venezuela is celebrated the 24th of December, instead of the 25th. Back to the point, my flights’ arrangements were very disturbed due to Venezuela’s flood in Vargas State (besides others states).
A Very Simple Miracle
This Christmas,
the eightieth of my sojourn on
this blessed earth
a miracle,
albeit a small one,
occurred.
Through the rapidly shortening days of
November and into December
we watched our Florida garden
as an ancient pink azalea,
shaded from the sun by a tall orange tree,
struggled to produce
the blossoms which always came in January.
This year,
in the garden,
as I read about St. Luke’s words
describing the Christ child’s
birth in Bethlehem,
the pink azalea bloomed
and blossomed on Christmas Eve.
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