Firing off his cap pistol in the enfeebled War against the War on Christmas, Jay Nordlinger, sounding like one of Cal Thomas’s old cardigan sweaters, simpers, “Two seconds ago, ‘Merry Christmas’ was about the warmest, nicest, most joyful thing you could say to someone. Now, it can be borderline hate speech.”
Oh please. Stop with the dearie-me hokum. I was out in the heathen streets of Manhattan yesterday and heard Merry Christmases being exchanged between shoppers, sales staff, pedestrians, parents and children without anybody blowing a whistle for the constable or falling face first in the filthy snow with stricken indignation. I don’t for the life of me understand why certain conservatives seem determined to sprout a bristle tail if somebody wishes them Happy Holidays (instead of M C), acting as if this were a weaselly euphemism meant as a slap in the face of the baby Jesus in the manger. Considering how eerily, bleakly empty so many of the streets and stores were yesterday on the final weekend before Christmas, I suspect shoppers, salespeeps, and store managers alike have larger worries on their minds than which holiday greeting would cause the least abrasion.
I’m all for Merry Christmas, but I do wonder what the reaction would be to widespread use of “Eid Mubarak.”