I am not a Grinch, nor a Scrooge. I am an Atheist at
Christmas. My partner is a skeptic with Christian leanings; lover of Christmas
and eggnog. What to do? What to do?
Relationships require compromise and this year I
will be the Queen of Compromise.
Part of me has given up the good Atheist fight this
time of year. Like the useful life of our dying sun, my “Festive Lighting: How
it Contributes to the Western Energy Crisis” diatribe grows shorter and shorter
with each passing year.
But please, dear reader, please, don’t feel I’ve
been defeated.
A trickle of blood, festive red, will ooze once more
from the corner of my mouth as I express my excitement over the decorative
snowmen and Santa Claus plastered around the house. Yes, I am going to buy a present or
two, eat too many vegetables (bonus: I’m also a vegetarian), and complain about
it for days. Then, on December 27th, I will return to the office and
agree with everyone that we’re glad it’s finally over for another year.
Christmas: it’s great, if you are employed in Canada
and get two statutory holidays in a row (Christmas Day and Boxing Day). When
those two statutory holidays fall on a Thursday and Friday, one could even argue
there has been just a little bit of heavenly intervention.
There’s no heaven this year. I’m going to take my
Wednesday and Thursday statutory holidays and be the best Queen of Compromise I
can be. Happy holidays, everyone!
