When I grew up as Jewish girl in a Merry Christmas society, I said Merry Christmas right back. I’ve always loved Christmas in America. I love the songs, the lights, the colors, the good cheer, and I’ve always been grateful that I live in a country that happily and generously shares its celebration with me rather than punishing me for not joining in.
Also, as soon as I had a little historic knowledge under my belt, I knew that I was living in a country that sent its young men to die so that others could live free — and that includes being free in the public square to recognize a major religious holiday without being forced to participate in it.
But why am I blathering on when Dennis Prager’s already done the heavy lifting?