I am so tired of the “Merry Christmas” vs. “Happy Holidays” December refrain debate. Firstly, I think it’s nice that people take the time to wish one another a good future for that little piece of December. For someone to turn that nice gesture around to be something negative is idiotic. Really. If you’re a Jehovah Witness, Jewish, atheisest, or something else that doesn’t celebrate CHRISTmas and someone wishes you a merry one, why say anything but thank you? Don’t make a federal case out of it–they just mean to tell you they are thinking about you and have a little bit nicer of a life–big deal if it wasn’t your denomination.
I end up saying “Happy Holidays” more often, just because how could I possibly know every single person’s personal religious and spiritual beliefs? So I find saying holiday is more all-inclusive. But some people take issue with taking the Christ out of Christmas. Lame. Don’t they know where the word holiday came from in the first place? Holiday started as HOLY-day. Holy–meaning a very Biblical root, indeed. So saying Happy Holidays isn’t the ruin of Jesus’ birthday, people.
Yesterday, I had to work reception–which is an endeavor for sure. I’m cross-trained, but
usually always in the back. So I was, of course, nervous. Though I don’t work the front much at this particular hospital, I was one of two receptionists for 6 weeks in Seattle, and was the primary receptionist for 4 months at DVVH–so I’m no stranger to the wave-like influx of people. But Saturday, I did not get one non-client trying to get in, no crazy emergencies called, no one kept me talking on the phone for a lengthy chat, not a single client fussed at the wait, and no one was angered by the price. Unusual and stellar. And I said “Happy Holidays” to every one of them.
But I paid for the pleasantness when it came time to close out the $ for the day. Things were messed up somehow. And after working literal 50 hours in the week, the longer I looked at the numbers, the LESS things made sense. It was awful. Then my calculator broke. Surprisingly, I was not frustrated–just tired and confused. I think I could have sat there calculating and recounting for 5 more hours, and still come out unbalanced. I have never, never gone home past 1 PM on a Saturday (and can usually finish before that) but at 1:45 PM, the vet offered to look if I made a phone call to a notorious client. And for the only time ever, in history, I was actually happy to do so. My brain was just numb from looking at those numbers. Which I’m still not certain if they are correct and accurate–hopefully they are.
I made the call, and at the end of it slipped up and said, “Have a merry Christmas!” To which the obnoxious client indignantly said, “I am NOT Christian and do not celebrate Christmas. I had a wonderful solstice yesterday though.” I wanted to reach through the phone and choke a bitch. Instead I abruptly cut off the continuing diatribe and said, “Goodbye,” hanging up the phone.
So during the holidays, whichever you celebrate or don’t, please hold back from being THAT douche that lectures when good (possibly erroneous to your very personal beliefs) sentiment is shared. Whichever refrain is used, it’s better than someone saying, “Eff you and go to hell.”