Today most of us are celebrating Christmas. To many this is the celebration of the birth of a mythological demigod to a teenage virgin that god (which is both himself and his own father) impregnated without permission. He requires absolute subservience in exchange for some sort of salvation that is only available after death and had to be bargained for because of an ancient rule breaking that occurred, which that god allowed to happen…so that he could sacrifice himself (also his own son) to himself.
Many people started today off by sitting in a church, perhaps symbolically eating and drinking the flesh and blood of the demigod ‘Jesus,’ whose existence is only recorded in the bible, where he did the following fucking impossible shit:
1) born to a virgin
2) walking on water
3) transfigurement of elements with hands
4) creation of things out of thin air
5) died, and three days later came back to life
6) healed shit like: blindness, leprosy, and…death
This fucking impossible shit is called ‘miracles’ by those who worship him, and is seen as evidence of his divinity, and to the rational makes it very clear that this person is and was not real.
How else do most of these people celebrate today? Today, the supposed birth of their lord and savior (the bible has not one single date given for the birth of Jesus)? Why, by sitting in front of a dead tree covered with shiny shit, giving each other presents, and Santa…Where does the Santa myth fit in with the birth of Christ? I am fairly certain that demigod, zombie Jesus would NOT approve of another deity-like dude doing equally impossible shit and being worshiped by children. In fact, I am fairly certain that it is a mortal sin.
So, let’s see: sitting in front of an ancient device of torture and execution, symbolically eating the flesh and blood of someone who impregnated a child with himself aaand then big fat dude who wears all red and brings presents for children…but only if you have a decorated evergreen tree in your house and live in an affluent country…to celebrate the pretend birth of a schizophrenic pedophile.
For me and my family: we exchange presents in front of a dying evergreen tree covered with shiny shit, watch movies, snuggle, drink copious amounts of hot cocoa, beer, and champagne and eat Chinese food, play games, and bicker. Holidays are for either bonding with our denouncing your family and friends, I happen to have awesome people who I am related to and who I have chosen to have in my life and today I will enjoy their company and be grateful for and to them, because it is these people who matter to me, and who make my life good, not some invisible deity, just them. That is why I celebrate this winter solstice holiday that has been around for a long ass time and continues to evolve, thank you my family and my friends for this short time we have together.
Hannah the BV