Every day (okay, almost every day) I go to work. And typically, I do my work and then come home. Occasionally I check Twitter too.
But I don’t sing Christmas carols at work.
I come home, hang a wreath on my door, put up our 2-3 Christmas decorations, light our advent wreath (okay if we had an advent wreath. Apparently no where in Missoula sells pink or purple candles), read my advent devotion, and call it good. In the next few weeks we will shop for the food bank, buy angel tree gifts, visit family, go to mass, pray, reflect, build snowmen, bake cookies and probably watch Love Actually.
This more or less goes on at home. Because that’s where my faith comes from. That’s where I was taught it, and where I will teach it. And while I may live it out in the world, I don’t need to get my nourishment there.
By the same logic, I don’t know how necessary it is to celebrate Christmas in schools. Although some people think so:
When we have our own little children (who might be going to Catholic school but for sake of the argument, let’s pretend like we are subjecting them to public school like I was. Horror), we plan on teaching them in the same way. Really, Catholic school or not, my husband I expect to be the ones who will teach our children about their faith. We’re not going to rely on Christmas tree coloring pages or classroom sing alongs to teach them about the mysteries of Christmas. So if the school decides to forego those to respect those who aren’t in the majority, it’ll be fine.
Because we will teach them at home.
And really, even if you do strip away all celebrations of Christmas or any other holiday in schools, will it matter? Will Christmas still come?
If a Grinch can’t stop it, I don’t think heathen-liberals probably can either.