I am probably the least politically correct person you will ever meet in your entire life.? That’s not true. ? I think I come in a close second to my grandfather.? I hate that we had to change the names of everything in the order of “fairness.”? Kinda like in little league they give all the kids trophies despite their win-loss record.? And not keeping score.? What the hell is that all about.? What’s wrong with teaching our children healthy competition?? I just don’t get it.? Probably because on top of not being politically correct I am horribly competitive.? Man I suck.
Yesterday the boy and I went shopping at the local vegetable store to pick up some things for dinner.? Since I only had to cook one night this week I thought it best if I made it a good one.? (I made super fancy chicken pot pie.? I’d link the recipe, but I can’t find it.)? While at the vegetable store two different employees wished me a Merry Christmas.? I was impressed.? Come to think of it a clerk at our mega grocery chain wished me a Merry Christmas on Wednesday.
This got me thinking.? Why does it strike us when someone wishes us a Merry Christmas.? That’s right!? Politically correctness has wiped Merry Christmas from our vocabularies.? We wish people Happy Holidays as not to offend anyone.? Hell… even Starbucks makes “Holiday Blend” and sets it on the shelves right next to “Christmas Blend.”? Hate to tell you, it’s the same damn coffee.
Why can’t we wish people a Merry Christmas.? It’s not like the majority of people celebrate it as a religious holiday anymore.? Oh and that’s another thing.? I am so fricken sick of people shoving the jolly ol’ fat man down my kid’s throat.? Yes, Santa comes to our house, but that is not what Christmas is about in my book.? I don’t want that guy to be the main focus of our festivities.
So today may be Winter Solsice (and a
Merry Happy Joyous one to you), but I’m still going to wish you a Merry Christmas.
Now if you’ll pardon me I’m going to magically morph myself into princess freak-out while I prepare for a meeting at the local newspaper.? Oops, forgot to tell you about that one did I?? Guess you’ll have to wait for the full report on Sunday.? Cause after my meeting I have to jump in the car, drive home, get the trusty husband and the boy, drive to Olympia, move everyone to the trusty FIL’s car and all drive to Portland.? There we’ll spend the night with one of the trusty Sis-in-laws then pick up the other trusty sis-in-law and her family at the airport and drive home.? And I’m not stressed at all.