Chicken Little and the demise of Christmas

As the big day draws near, the prophets of doom emerge from their lairs. Every year, these wannabe oracles convince themselves that secular humanists and Christ-hating Kwanzaa celebrants have joined forces in a take-no-prisoners war on Christmas. 'Tis the season.

These would-be saviors of Christmas, who always claim to value diversity but actually have no stomach for it, are huffing and puffing their way across the land once again, insisting that the sky is falling on their favorite holiday.

An excerpt from a letter to the editor that ran in a Maine newspaper a few years back shows what I'm talking about.

I happened to notice on an electronic sign today that it said Happy Kwanzaa, and Happy Holidays. Whatever happened to our freedom of speech? I don't see Merry Christmas anywhere anymore. We are told how to think, how to speak and how to feel.

So, freedom of speech is dead in America. All references to Christmas have been banished from the land. The thought police are everywhere.

And yet this letter found its way into the newspaper. 

If the letter writer is correct, I assume the derelict Christmas-hating censor who let this complaint slip through will be hauled out to the woodshed for a bit of a reprimand.

After all, the Christmas killers can't snuff out Christmas if they continue to let insurgents jump on their soapboxes and grumble about the campaign. I can hear the rallying cry of the crush Christmas crusaders now: "Let's get with the program, people! Remember, 'happy holidays' is the only permissible greeting from here on out."