Holiday Greetings

To my Liberal Friends:

Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2008, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America in the Western Hemisphere. Also, this wish is made without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee.
To My Conservative Friends:
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!


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Seth says

Mark de LA says
 From a friend: 

The  "W" in Christmas
Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and  peaceful experience.
   I had cut back on nonessential obligations - extensive card  writing,
   endless baking, decorating, and even  overspending..
   Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate  the
   precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning  of
My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an  exciting  season for a six year old.
   For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his  school"s Winter  Pageant.
   I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of  the
   production, unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with  his
   Teacher, she assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning  of  the presentation.
   All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come  then.
   Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the  compromise.
So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten  minutes  early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down.
   Around the room I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their  seats.
   As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each  class,
   accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor.  Then,
   each group, one by one, rose to perform their  song.
Because the public school system had long stopped referring to  the
   holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than  fun,
   commercial entertainment songs of reindeer, Santa Claus,  snowflakes  and good cheer.
   So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I  was
   slightly taken aback by its bold title.
   Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in  fuzzy  mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their  heads.
   Those in the front row- center stage - held up large letters, one  by  one, to spell out the title of the song.
   As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold  up
   the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until  each
   child holding up his portion had presented the complete  message,
   "Christmas Love."
   The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed  her;
   a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M"  upside
   down - totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a  "W".
   The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this  little
   one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at  her,
   so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W".
   Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the  laughter
   continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw  it  together.

   A hush came over the audience and eyes began to  widen.
   In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why  we  celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the  chaos,
   there was a purpose for our festivities.
    For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud  and  clear:

   "C H R I S T W A S L O V E"
 And,  I believe, He still is.
 Amazed  in His presence....humbled by His love.
Merry  Christmas  Everyone!