Yep, you read that right: I sent out "Happy Holiday" cards not because I'm "at war with Christmas", but because I respect it, and because I don't want to falsely represent myself as someone who observes it as a religious holiday.
This caused me to have a tiny little crisis during out first Christmas as a married couple, because- as I mentioned- Nathan is Christian, and as much as I don't want to falsely represent myself as a Christian, I don't want to falsely represent him as not. He celebrates Christmas, his family celebrates Christmas, and they are the type of people who do not settle for a generic "happy holidays": nor should they. They have a specific holiday, and it's theirs, and they shouldn't have to censor their greetings any more than I should be censured for saying "Happy Solstice!" (which falls on the 22nd this year, in case you were curious).
Now, let me clarify: Nathan doesn't care about holiday cards, Christmas or otherwise. Left up to him, there would be no seasonal greetings upon card stock, let alone photos and letters, etc etc. So he was just as happy not sending anything- which was a perfectly reasonable solution to my holiday-spirit-ual dilema.
But I was not okay not sending anything. I like sending out cards (you should see me around Valentine's Day), and I didn't want to not do it just because we couldn't agree on the wording (and by "we", I mean my own brain). At last, however, a solution sprang fully formed from the aether, allowing me to to make everyone happy- including, most importantly, myself.
Thus did my tradition of sending "Happy New Year!" cards begin.
|This Man is Not Afraid to wish you a Merry Christmas|