Y'all, know my personal motto ... Lettuce is the Devil. You know I shudder at the thought of salad of any kind.
That being said I don't rally the ACLU every time someone offers me a bowl of romaine. I haven't lobbied congress to ban restaurants from putting salad on the menu. And I don't scream social injustice when I spot ranch dressing on the grocery aisle.
So forgive me for not understanding why it's a huge deal for store personnel to say Merry Christmas to their customers. Or for advertisements to include the words Merry Christmas in their ads.
I get not everyone is celebrates Christmas. Really I do. But that doesn't mean you can ignore the fact the vast majority of people believe in and celebrate the day. Just once I want to hear a story about one of these offended people who refused their day off from work. Who loudly proclaimed, "No, I refuse to allow you to pay me to stay home in the name of Christ! I shall work on December 25th or I will quit!"
I promise not to be offended if some sales clerk offers me a cheery Happy Hanukkah. Or I see an ad on TV for super low car prices in honor of Festivus. Heck, I don't mind a discount mattress in honor of Ramadan.
Celebrate or not. That's up to you. But don't let a well-intentioned Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah turn you into disciple of the Political Correctness paparazzi. That swarming mob of self-righteous policemen that have watered down, what was once a tasty punch of freedom and democracy to a tepid broth of bland soup.
So in closing let me say ... I hope you have a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Festive Festivus, and a tubular Kwanzaa. Heck eat a big green salad if that's you thing. Me, I'm having steak and taters and enjoying the three day weekend bestowed upon my by Uncle Sam.
I'll leave you with a fine little ditty by the venerable Robert Earl Keen.
MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL