Thanks to all you lovely readers who took the time to email me after last week’s column – I was bowled over by your response!
And don’t you just hate it when you’re on a roll, and all of a sudden the roll comes to a grinding halt as if someone has thrown a boulder, Indiana Jones-like, across your path?
After last week’s rant about Merry Christmas vs. Happy Holidays, I alit on a story which immediately put my hackles firmly in the direction of up, and I’ve been salivating all week, relishing the thought of writing scathingly for your reading pleasure, only to find, upon the final bit of research, that it’s not true.
Hence – the boulder across my path.
However, knowing that it was rather blown out of all proportion, I still maintain my roll and bring it to you, because as frightening as it sounds, it could happen if we diligent citizens don’t keep vigilant.
The story as brought to my attention was on Fox – go figure they’d get a story wrong – and it was about an elementary school which had introduced a “Winter Holiday” policy to help the children get through the end of December without becoming warped, fractured, and/or emotionally scarred by the overwhelmingness of the season.
So the Winter Holiday policy, according to a parent, stated that the children were not permitted to wear red and green, were not allowed to utter “Merry Christmas,” the singing of Christmas songs was absolutely verboten, and they’d just better suck it up and kiss the idea of Santa goodbye.
Naturally the school has come out with its declaimer stating that wasn’t the case at all, but we all know that the truth lies probably somewhere in the middle.
A couple of “ifs” are coming: If I was a parent of an elementary school aged child, and if the principal had insisted upon such nonsense, I would have flown into full avenging angel mode and would have gone into a school-wide swoop.
I would’ve exhorted the parents to dress their charges in red and green; to teach their children every Christmas carol known to man, and to descend en-masse on the school to show Principal Scrooge what the Season means to pretty much everyone but him.
This political correctness has to stop people! As I was discussing with a friend the other day, the pendulum will swing one day, and the result will not be pretty.
If I hopped off a plane on June 28, 2014, in Islamabad, how far do you think I would get if I voiced my displeasure at not being able to get anything to eat between sunrise and sunset – it being Ramadan?
Do you think I would be given a sympathetic ear in Tel Aviv if I, as a minority, insisted that everyone must immediately tuck into a ham sandwich?
I would get as far as having my passport stamped with “thanks, but no thanks, and don’t bother coming back.”
Annie Dear lives in Lee’s Summit. Reach her at email@example.com