caniswalensis
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I loves me some Chistmas! Iv'e never been approached by someone trying to console me, but I love it so much, I doubt they would ever see a need in my mannerisms.
For me, it is all about family, friends and having good times. I never really feel left out, simply because it is so secular nowadays. (We won our war! lol)
We get together and eat and exchange gifts and celibrate our lives. I don't hink we ever even mention religion at our gatherings.
I love Christmas decorations, and all the rest of the stuff that goes along with it. Just seeing the wreaths go up on lamp posts in our town makes me feel good.
This may be a shocker coming from an atheist, but I have even been known to display a little model nativity scene in my home. It doesn't mean much to me, except for being a symbol of family, and that I love models and miniatures.
...and we have a traditional game of seing how many times I can help the infant Jesus sneak a camel ride on Christmas day. I will subtly walk through and move him from manger to hump. My wife (a deist) always tells me I'm being bad for placing a tiny baby on a camel, and I defend the practice by saying that he redeemed all of mankind, and so is deserving of at least a measley camel ride. Strange, probably blasphemous, yet we and our guests enjoy the game.
For me, it is all about family, friends and having good times. I never really feel left out, simply because it is so secular nowadays. (We won our war! lol)
We get together and eat and exchange gifts and celibrate our lives. I don't hink we ever even mention religion at our gatherings.
I love Christmas decorations, and all the rest of the stuff that goes along with it. Just seeing the wreaths go up on lamp posts in our town makes me feel good.
This may be a shocker coming from an atheist, but I have even been known to display a little model nativity scene in my home. It doesn't mean much to me, except for being a symbol of family, and that I love models and miniatures.
...and we have a traditional game of seing how many times I can help the infant Jesus sneak a camel ride on Christmas day. I will subtly walk through and move him from manger to hump. My wife (a deist) always tells me I'm being bad for placing a tiny baby on a camel, and I defend the practice by saying that he redeemed all of mankind, and so is deserving of at least a measley camel ride. Strange, probably blasphemous, yet we and our guests enjoy the game.