Merry Christmas! There. I said it. Now, before any touchy-feely, overly sensitive people tell me how politically incorrect I am, give me a chance to explain.
I am not a mind reader and I donāt have a crystal ball. So, unless you have whatever you celebrate tattooed on your forehead, I really canāt tell whether itās OK or not to wish you a Merry Christmas. Is it really that upsetting to you if I do? What about the rest of the year?
Hereās how part of my year goes:
Total strangers have no problem wishing me a Happy Motherās Day. Well, guess what? Due to some health reasons, I was never able to give birth. This doesnāt mean I was never pregnant. It means I couldnāt carry a child full term and lost them. Does it bother me when someone innocently wishes me a Happy Motherās Day? Sure it does. Am I alone? Of course not. There are many women who were unable to join the ranks of motherhood. Should we all band together and start a movement to abolish wishing someone a Happy Motherās Day? Should we march and protest? Should we make t-shirts and bumper stickers with our demands on them?
So what do I do about it? Iāll tell ya what I do about it. When someone wishes me Happy Motherās Day, I graciously smile and say, āThank you.ā I take their wishes, the way they were intended, and without skipping a beat, I go about my day.
I seriously doubt any well-wishers singled me out and meant anything malicious. More likely, they were honestly hoping Iād have a better day. Thereās something wrong with that?
What about Valentineās Day? I wasnāt always married to the greatest guy on Earth. Iāve been alone on Valentineās Day before. I know what itās like to sit around by myself, in my granny underwear and fuzzy slippers, and watch no end of ābuy her a diamond to show her how much you love herā commercials. Was I insulted? Heck no!
To this day (to his great delight), I wonāt accept presents from my husband when the calendar says he should buy me something. Somehow, a calendar dictating when he should buy me a gift doesnāt seem sincere to me. I always tell him to buy me something because itās Monday. Or better yet – just tell me where I can buy the chocolates. You can keep the heart-shaped box.
And what about St. Patrickās Day? My name is Su Delisi. Does that sound Irish to you? Who cares! Wish me a Happy St. Pattyās Day, and letās go drink some green beer together!
So, if youāll take it in the spirit in which it is intended…Merry Christmas!