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“Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.” – Voltaire
Let’s
settle this thing once and for all
Okay, this has really gone on long enough.
The Crusader editorial board has decided to take it upon ourselves to
resolve, once and for all, and to the complete satisfaction of the entire
human race, the seemingly endless dispute regarding the seasonal greetings
of “Happy Holidays” vs. “Merry Christmas.”
First of all, we should mention the curiously overlooked fact that these
two greetings co-existed in perfect harmony for many a year before this
supposed controversy ever arose. Logically from this simple truth it
follows that there is no inherent conflict between these two methods of
expressing a friendly bit of holiday cheer. The idea that “Happy Holidays”
is a recent contrivance nefariously designed to negate the religious
significance of the season is thereby excluded.
So whence cometh this curious conflict? The simple fact is that we
Americans have gradually become a more diverse lot than once we were, and
the parameters of holiday celebration in our culture have expanded
significantly in accordance with this reality. Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Winter
Solstice, Yule, Saturnalia, Festivus and myriad other traditions have
become increasingly integrated into our holiday mix. “Happy Holidays”
seems like nothing more nor less than a well-intentioned attempt at being
a little more inclusive about such things. The
irony of the situation is notable. Here we are in the beautiful and joyous
season of “peace on earth and goodwill to men,” angrily taking offense at
the way someone chooses to acknowledge the season and say a warm hello to
us. Seems almost antithetical to the spirit of the very thing being
acknowledged, doesn’t it? Look, we simply
cannot discern what holiday people celebrate just by looking at them.
Unless one has a significant personal familiarity with the recipient of
the holiday salutation, there is absolutely no way of knowing
whether their preference is “Merry Christmas,” “Happy Holidays,” “Let’s
Party” or some other holiday greeting. Or no greeting at all.
And this is conceivably the very point. Perhaps the person being greeted has no preference whatsoever. Indeed, we are guessing that
most people have no real
preference in the matter. In any event, you are simply being greeted by a fellow human
being in a festive manner during a generally happy time of the year.
Respond in the same spirit for crying out loud. Why is this so hard?
Hmm. Okay, so that probably didn’t resolve the dispute in the slightest. But hey, at
least we feel better now. In any case, the Crusader would like to wish all
our readers (in alphabetical order) Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas,
Season’s Greetings and/or _______ _______. Just fill in the blanks as you
see fit. Let’s party.
LETTERS
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Memories of the stretchy rubber thing
Tee hee hee. I remember your mom’s stretchy rubber
thing! I still have my mom’s wooden paddle (without the ball) with “I hate
mom” scratched into it. I remember the Copper Belle too, that was the
primo place for birthdays. Also interesting about the Westown architect.
Sending subscription money to you, thanks!
Julie Mitchell Munday
We welcome your letters at
jdacrusader@aol.com.
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Guest Editorial
Christmas never did seem to age very well
By Barbie Bueker Formichella
The “holidays” are here and it’s time for Christmas Confessions!
Ah, Christmas Day, that blank void of hell that takes hold after all the
gifts are opened. My memories of the Day after childhood and before
parenthood are just that. There’s nothing to do for adolescents on
Christmas afternoon; no toys to play with, no friends to hang out with, TV
is football and reruns or sappy Christmas concerts.
The older you got, the more Christmas sucked. Nothing was open, nobody was
around, nothing happened. There were no tablets or smartphones or Smart
TVs to binge watch on, no Netflix or Candy Crush. Our dad may have tried
to entice us into a board game “championship,” but since your job as an
adolescent is to sulk, (and I must admit I was pretty good at it) it was
usually for naught. It wasn’t until college
that there was some small relief from the dullness: friends with cars,
equally bored, who would come and pick you up and drive through the empty
streets searching for some distraction. But pretty soon it would become
apparent that this was futile, so back to the house we went for the annual
(sigh) viewing of The Wizard of Oz. In the
context of the adult world, where Christmas is a mad frenzy of shopping,
wrapping, decorating, cooking, baking and cleanup, maybe a few empty hours
are a good thing. So this year I’m going to return to the traditions of my
youth and take a nap on December 25th. Merry
Christmahanakwanzika!
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Chuck’s Corner
News from Around the Block &
Around the World ©
By C.H. Bueker III
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‘Twas a Joan De Arc Christmas
(With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the
Arc not a neighbor was stirring, not a Kathy or Mark. The street
lights were on and the kids there all knew that this was no night for
the rules to eschew.
Four tube socks were laid on the piano
with care, since there wasn’t a fireplace to hang underwear. By
morning they’d fill with an oversupply of candy with price tags from
TG&Y.
I and my siblings, and Mother and Dad had just
arrived back from our grandparent’s pad. With adrenaline and sucrose
awash in our heads we put on our PJs and went to our beds.
While lying awake trying desperately to
sleep, I detected the sounds of a nocturnal creep. Was that Earl
Smith out sneaking a last cigarette or a slam of the trunk of the Opel
Kadett?
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
tossed open the curtains and peered through some trash. When what were
my startled young eyes soon observin’ but a jolly old elf in a Chevy
Suburban.
He hadn’t a red suit or even a beard,
as Santas go, he actually looked kinda weird. But his sack was
a-bulging with gifts piled tall and the names of fine retailers soon
peppered his call:
“Now Ryan! Now Evans! Now Roebuck and
Sears! On Diamonds! On Chess King! Bill’s Records bring cheer! To
the end of my credit, with the last cent I own! Cash away! Cash away!
Cash away! (moan)”
That was the last I remember of that
night, the first crack of dawn was my very next sight. Then G.I Joe
dressed up and ready for war, slot cars and telescopes and clothing
galore.
With all the gifts given, and all the
gifts taken, hopes soon arose for some pancakes and bacon. But the
jolly old elf merely said with a yawn, “Eat your Lifesavers now -- There’s a football game
on!”
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