Scrooges aren't welcome here

[Christmas 2009 - husband is super excited]
My favorite holiday is Christmas and it really does bother me that it's now Offensive to openly celebrate your "winter holiday".  You know what I mean?  I always felt like saying Happy Holidays was nice and generic when you weren't sure which holiday people celebrated if any, but I like to send Christmas cards and a couple Hannakah cards because I know the difference.  If my BFF is telling me all about her potato latkes and wearing a cardigan to temple, then you bet I'm going to wish the girl a Happy Hannakah!  I think that people should celebrate freely, there's a little too much political correctness going on.  I can't wait to have a house and put a gigantic scene of Christ's birth on the front lawn.  If you don't believe in that, then it's just a whole slew of ancient looking people and a baby on the lawn right?  I may not take it that far, but I'd rather people go overboard instead of being afraid of offending their neighbors by putting up something Christmasy or otherwise.

Speaking of offensive.
I know this girl, and we were talking about how we had a "floating holiday" which could be used either as a personal day or as an extra holiday.  I just use it as a personal day and really so does everyone else.  She needed to ask me "what do you use a floating holiday for, I don't get it..."  I responded with "you can use it as a personal day or you can make up a really crazy holiday it doesn't matter."  People, I was Freaking Joking here!  She said in a very flat tone "oh well I DO have a really crazy holiday actually."  Normally, I'd probably feel kind of bad, but this time I felt like she was just asking for it and trying to be offended because I totally KNEW the so called crazy holiday she was referring to and it's not that effing crazy!  Instead of jumping into a lively conversation about how fun her crazy holiday probably is, I just said "Well then use the floater for that" and walked away so she could be offended by me forever.  A crazy holiday to me would be like: no present giving, no eating, no clothing, no sleeping, no hair products, and at the rise of the moon everyone turns into a half-sour pickle.  Now that is a crazy mother effing holiday.