From all of us to all of you.
And, of course, for those of a Christian bent, I include best wishes of that sort, complete various implications of what Christmas means (and how its meaning has evolved over the centuries) from a religious perspective. For the rest of you, “peace on Earth, good will toward men,” and women, and appropriate wishes both secular and sacred according to your own traditions.
Love, life, peace, joy. In, hopefully, an inoffensive yet meaningful way.
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And right back at you’all in an unoffensive yet meaningful way!
And a belated Beethoven’s birthday to you all!
Speaking for myself, a hardened atheist, “Merry Christmas” is cool. ‘Merry’ anything, really. After all, nobody’s likely to wish me a merry ass-kicking. Nobody I know, anyway.
Merry Christmas right back atcha!
Yay! Merry everything!
I hope everyone has fun and good times!
In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it ‘Christmas’ and went to church; the Jews called it ‘Hanukkah’ and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say ‘Merry Christmas!’ or ‘Happy Hanukkah!’ or (to the atheists) ‘Look out for the wall!’ ~Dave Barry, “Christmas Shopping: A Survivor’s Guide”
Merry Christmas! Good wishes are always OK.
Well, that’s certainly how *I* feel about it. Some folks, though, seem to think that if they aren’t the *correct* good wishes, then they are, in fact, an insult, intended or not. Feh. I wish them merry, regardless.
I rotate around depened on my feeling that day.
Sometimes Happy holidays.
Sometimes Happy Solstice.
Sometimes Merry Christmas.
Sometimes Happy Hannukkah.
Sometimes Happy Kwanzaa!
It’s all good…And it seems to upset the Fundies…which makes it even better in my book. 😀
Any other day of the year, I wouldn’t mind. Wishing someone merry something to intentionally irk them, on Christmas at least, seems counter-productive. And feeds into the whole silly “War on Christmas” mythos.
Joyous Yuletide!
Ah yes, the mytical war on Christmas. A war so savage that the 90% majority belief system is unable to withstand the 10% minority. A war in which the majority belief system and it’s followers are so weak and frail they must utterly crush all other belief systems and not allow them any kind of recognition.
Either that or it’s just some way to keep the wingnuts distracted…it’s a toss up.
It’s not the Christians, per se; it’s just that there are so many of them here.
My theory: having religion’s kind of like love. Most married people think everyone should be with *someone.* Then, if you’re hooked up with someone they don’t like, they try to convince you to hook up with someone they recommend instead. Then, if you say, “But I like Bob,” they say, “Bob! He’ll sleep around behind your back. You should date my sister’s roommate’s brother, Jim.” Then, when you go out with Jim on a couple of dates and he seems to think he has the right to eat sardines and then stick his tongue in your mouth, and you dump him, they get all offended. “But Jim’s such a nice boy! Anybody who doesn’t like Jim must be a feminist Nazi man-hater!!! [Exclamation marks theirs.]” And then Jim follows you around and tries to convince you that there’s no other man for you, that you’ve always loved him, but you just didn’t know it yet. So you call the cops and Jim tries to tell them that you’re married to him and you’re just a little nuts, you haven’t been taking your medicine lately, and you end up in a nuthouse, where Jim nobly visits you every day and hits on all the nurses. And then when you do get out of the nuthouse, because some nurse’s jealous spouse shot him one night, you tell everyone, “I’m tired of dating,” it starts up all over again. “You just haven’t met the right one, dear. Let me hook you up with Bob…”
Okay, so that’s a little nutty. But I do notice that when people are first “saved,” they do go through this honeymoon period. And when I broke away from religion, there was definitely a period of bitter divorce-ness.