Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
Getting ready for another Gloriously "Holiday" Free Season! At last count I think I know of about three other "Christmas" abstaining Quakers among the bunch of us. I gave up the whole lot of these so called "holidays" years ago. I just now today began to realize that the fuss of this whole bothersome thing was beginning to get buzzing in those of that worldly, dare I say, pagan, way around me, and breathed a sigh of relief, that once again, I am free. I won't spoil it for any of those Quakers who are okay with it, nor those atheists or religionists of other traditions who play at this celebration. What I have learned to do, when people, with furrowed brow and hurried aura ask me breathlessly, "Am I ready for "Christmas"," is say, warmly, "Why, yes, yes, I am!". And why would I celebrate a Puritan day? Apparently the Thanksgiving Puritans are not counted among those who tortured Our Founding Friends, but nevertheless. . . Yes, everyday ought to be a Holy Day, as the one Quaker of olden days who once annoyed the whole of the townsfolk by declaring "Merry Christmas" to everyone he met in July. In Jessamyn's West beautiful book, titled, Except For Thee and Me, Elizabeth and Jess alone felt uncomfortable, perhaps even sad at the sight of a tree drug in the house and adorned as their grown children embraced other ways. . So, I say today, Except for Me and Thee? Who would be the thee? or is there a plural?