Then I grew up, and my eyes became wider. Found Unitarian Universalism, and learned (slowly) about Hanukkah, and later about other aspects of the Jewish year. Worshiped side by side, this onceuponatime Catholic with friends who had been Bar or Bat Mitzvahed, and sometimes we even talked about what we remembered, and how the other person's traditions still seemed a little strange.
From there came awareness of the Wheel of the Year, Earth-based religions, pagan traditions of the goddesses and gods . . . and Solstice, with all its rituals new and old for the turning of the year. Build that in to what was becoming a busy season.
But wait! There's more! A Christmas in Mexico opened me to Los Posadas. . . a Muslim friend shared some of her experiences in honoring the Islamic New Year . . . Kwanzaa calls my African American friends to reflection and celebration.
Enter, The Holidays! And me? well, I still sing Christmas carols and songs. I still shed tears during the candlelight services on Christmas Eve. I exchange gifts with people I care about, and take pleasure in extending myself to help others a little farther every year.
My "holidays" are enriched by the glorious mosaic of a culture re-forming itself, becoming deeper and richer every year. And so I say (because it warms my heart to do so), "Merry Christmas." And now I add, "Holiday blessings to one and all."