
Happy holidays everyone!
Every year around this time, you hear the same debate. Whether to call it Christmas or Hanukkah or just go the vanilla route and say ‘Happy Holidays’. That’s what most people do. They err on the side of political correctness. And then some people are even offended by their attempt at being non-offensive.
The Christian diehards scream “Jesus is the reason for the season! I wanna say ‘Merry Christmas’ and I will!”
It’s ok dude. You can say it. Nobody is going to be that mad. We’re not in the West Bank or Northern Ireland. I don’t think we’ll ever see the following scenario unfold in a mall in Waterloo, Ontario:
Christmas Celebrator: “Merry Christmas!”
Hanukkah Celebrator: (Punches Christian in the face repeatedly) “How dare you? I’m Jewish!”
I think whatever you decide to call it – Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanzaa – the most important thing is that I get a Playstation 3. I want one badly, and I don’t care what celebration fosters your urge to give me one. The most important thing is that I get my Playstation 3.
Well, the real important thing is that I spend precious time with my family. I’m so excited to see my nieces and nephew, drink and be merry, eat some delicious food, and be thankful for my loved ones as we all settle in after dinner and play NHL 12 on my new Playstation 3 that someone got me for Christmas.
Also, another important thing to remember about the debate is that God doesn’t exist, so it doesn’t really matter.
No, no that was a joke. God is real. Yahweh, Allah, God, whatever god you believe in, they’re all real, simultaneously.
I was just kidding back there. I don’t want you to question your beliefs. That’s the last thing I’m here to do. Could you imagine someone making you question your beliefs? That’d be crazy.
I’m really starting to notice the difference between comedy audiences because performing atheism jokes are so easy at most shows in Toronto, but I did that joke at a family Christmas party in Guelph on Saturday and they did not like it one bit. I felt so bad because they even let me eat dinner with them before the show. They said a prayer before the meal, and I got to sit at a table with the nicest people you’ll ever meet.
My gig – their family Christmas party – was being held at the local Knights of Columbus. All white people obviously. It was Guelph.
And not University of Guelph, granola-loving, hippy Guelph. I’m talking the part of Guelph that has a lot more in common with Cambridge. (There’s some more Waterloo region humour for you right there.) They were the sweetest people in the world, and some of them may have even enjoyed a joke that ended “…God doesn’t exist”.
But most of them surely would not have appreciated the joke, especially the older demographic in the room (and there were more than a few). These are the people who, when I tell a joke involving Drake, turn and whisper to their wife of 55 years, “Who the hell is Jake?”
So I didn’t end up making the joke. I know I said I did earlier, but I just said that so that you would be intrigued while reading the rest. I apologize for my deception. But I couldn’t say it! Not after they were so nice. They not only paid me, THEY FED ME! I love food. I had nothing but love in my heart for those Christian sons of guns. You can call me a pansie or you can call me a professional. Just don’t call me a pansie.
Besides, if I told them God wasn’t real, the older folks would have beat me with their canes. Just a massive caning circle. Don’t you for one second think they wouldn’t have.
And who could blame them? They’d all be wondering, “Who the hell brought in the comedian to tell me God doesn’t exist at my Christmas party?” and now the organizer looks like an ass for bringing us in. And he is with his family, so now his entire family thinks he’s an ass.
It’s just terrible timing, is what it is. Christmas, for those of you who don’t know, is the day that Christians believe was Jesus was born, and Jesus was also God because of that whole incarnation thing, so a Christmas party is a less than optimal time to be proselytizing to your audience that their God was never born, because he does not in fact exist.
And if you are questioning why I even felt you needed Christmas explained to you, do not overestimate people. I was once talking to a relative, who I will not name, but I love her very much.
She said, “So, Christmas is when Jesus died, right?”
And she was born and raised Catholic! She’s been baptized, confirmed, married, she’s knocking off all the seven sacraments. Two more – anointing of the sick and holy orders! – and she’s got them all. And she thought Jesus died on Christmas. I love it.
So whether you’re a devout religious devotee or a fly-by-night adherent like my anonymous relative, or you don’t give a crap about any of that stuff in the first place, I wish all the best to you and the people you love during the holidays. I hope you’re happy and healthy. And just remember, I’m really hoping for a Playstation 3 from my saviour, his Noodliness, the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
Happy Holidays everyone!
Posted in Random Musings
Tags: D.J. Demers, djdemers.com, Hanukah, Happy Holidays, Kwanzaa, Merry Christmas, Playstation 3, Yahweh