Why I do not segregate myself from the Christmas tradition
I grew up on these sorts of holiday classics.
My Dad is atheist. But he never censored my exposure to Christianity and Christian-themed stories. Growing up, we celebrated the AMERICAN TRADITION of celebrating Christmas and Easter and Thanksgiving. We might not have said grace around the dinner table; but if we were invited guests during Thanksgiving, we bowed our heads and said grace. No one "trained" or "taught" me how to do it. I just followed along and did it; and didn't feel "weird" about it or somehow "left out", "deprived", or "excluded" (although I do remember being around 6, over at a friend's house, and he ridiculing me for not knowing more about Jesus; if I were seriously traumatized by that, you'd think I would have grown up to become an ACLU lawyer rather than a staunch defender of the Judeo-Christian heritage of our country). This is because I wasn't sheltered from Christianity. Familiarity breeds the opposite of intolerance and fear. Christmas and Easter- even if it's only in their secularist expression, are as much a part of my history and culture as it is for a Christian American's heritage and cultural upbringing.
How ridiculous would that be for the hosts to not say grace at the table, in deference to political correctness in not assuming our religion? Consideration has its place; but so, too, does consideration by the guests for the hosts.
Anyway, how impoverished would we be if a movie like "Miracle on 34th Street" had never been made, for fear of excluding Americans who choose not to celebrate Christmas?
The Little Drummer Boy was a yearly part of my childhood. It was so sad; yet so beautiful. And I learned a bit about baby Jesus in the process of being entertained, and digging a really cool song.
Pretty dark, for being aimed at kids- thankfully! In comparison to what kids in other parts of the world are exposed to, America's children live dangerously sheltered.