This is my pathetic little attempt at explaining how I think of Christmas as both a cartoonist and an atheist. I was raised with it being a more-or-less secular holiday. Of course, my parents didn’t raise me with any sort of religious background, so that’s not surprising. Instead of church as the background noise of my childhood, I had Star Trek. Christmas was about snow and lights and making cookies and decorating trees and giving presents and being with family. Whatever connection I made between the holiday and the birth of Jesus was put on the same level with stories about elves making toys on the North Pole. It was a nice story. While I didn’t necessarily think they were untrue, I didn’t believe them in a literal way, if that makes any sense. I still think they’re nice stories.
Unfortunately, it’s a rather different sort of Christmas now than it was last year. I’ll just leave it at that.
