I’m going to take a few days off from blogging to enjoy Christmas with my family at Nags Head. Along with our two dogs, my 90-year-old mother-in-law, visits with my mother and my new stepfather and my 106-year-old grandmother (that’s no misprint; she’s 106), various in-laws, much food and cheer and – if my brother-in-law and I are blessed with some decent weather – a little golf.
First, indulge me in a seasonal reflection.
This Christmas, I’m struck by how Christmas has become a political debate – over “community trees,” manger displays and even whether to say “Merry Christmas.”
The debate – like many – emphasizes what divides us and obscures what unites us.
Even ancient pagans found something special about this time of year.
They celebrate the return of the light. Christians celebrate Jesus as the light of the world. Quakers vow to keep you in the light. Buddhists came from Buddha – the “enlightened one.”
So, whatever you call it, celebrate the light your way. And let everybody else celebrate it their way.
Merry Christmas to you all.