I celebrate Christmas in a basically secular fashion, and so on Christmas Eve, I offer my traditional benediction.
In every part of the world that has a serious winter, we find the same form of celebration. In the deepest, darkest part of the winter, when everything’s been cold and dead for months and you’ve been cooped up with the same bunch of people eating the same crappy food for so long you’re about ready to kill someone, that’s when the party happens. We get gluttonous and drunk and give presents and tell everyone how much we love them and we sing old songs. We remind ourselves that we are still alive and we still love each other, and that light and life will come back to the world before too long.
So whichever form of that you celebrate, merry that. And don’t let anyone dictate to you how to enjoy it based on your gender, ’cause fuck that noise.