Screw you, Macy’s! You hypocritical corporate destroyer of family values.
You owe your success to the Christmas classic “Miracle on 34th Street.”
And now your parent company, Federated Department Stores, has joined the wave
of politically correct anti-Christmas crusaders. No more saying “Merry
Christmas” you say? Well, I say no more Christmas shopping in your stores!
Natalie Wood is turning over in her grave – she and Santa Claus gave America
something to believe in. A Miracle of Christmas, celebrated at Macy’s
department store, no less. And now you tell all of us Christians that we are
not worthy of true Christmas cheer? That we are merely zombie shoppers helping
increase corporate profits by sharing in secular joy? Well, you can shove your
secular tinsel-covered “holiday tree” up your politically correct
butt!
This whole anti-Christmas, anti-Christianity crusade has gotten way out of hand.
Public schools all over the country have passed insane rules ranging from no
Christmas trees or Christmas songs or nativity scenes, even to prohibiting teachers
from wearing Christmas pins or Christmas sweaters. Now, don’t get me wrong,
holiday sweaters are at the top of the fashion crime list; but to call in “What
Not to Wear” would be more egalitarian than banning such adornment altogether.
But, truthfully, all this political correctness only hurts the children of our
future. These poor children lose the values and history of their past that their
parents were able to embrace and celebrate. When I think back on my days in
elementary school, I don’t recall learning my ABC’s and 123’s
as much as I recall the Easter egg hunts, the Christmas plays (I played Mary
Mary Quite Contrary), and dressing up like a pilgrim on Thanksgiving (today
that would be akin to dressing like Charles Manson). But everyone in my school
happily participated in these festivities; to dress up like pilgrims and Indians
wasn’t politically incorrect, and it didn’t prevent us from learning
about the truth about the wars and violence of the history between the settlers
and Native Americans.
But what Federated has done affects me on a personal note. You see, my parents
named me Natalie for two reasons: 1) My father loved Natalie Wood, and 2) I
was ever so lucky to be born on Christmas Eve, and Natalie means “Child
of Christmas.” My whole life I have never been allowed to celebrate my
birthday on my actual birthday like a normal kid. No, I always had to dress
up and go to my Grandparents house and eat fish, and then spend the rest of
the night in the back of the standing-room only church during Midnight Mass.
So, Macy’s, I have you to thank for introducing the world to Natalie Wood,
and saving me from being named Pamela. But you still deserve to burn in Hell
for profiting from the joy of Christmas and then knocking us Christians down
in the over-crowded parking lot for our beliefs.