Why I Say "Happy Holidays"

It’s the time of year for Christmas lights, both the skillful and the sloppy, the breathtaking and the profane (who on God’s Green Earth needs 100 creepy light up Santas marching in a row towards Jesus’ manger? Apparently somebody in Hampstead, North Carolina).

It’s the time of year for kindness and giving, as well as selfishness and consumerism. It’s the time of year when you enjoy the company of your family, or you try hard not to blow your brains out because you’re desperately alone. To be the “most wonderful time of the year…” it sure is conflicted.