I remember so clearly in December of 2009 when B. Hussein Obama passed legislation forbidding us from saying “Merry Christmas.”

I remember the fearful whispers of “Merry Christmas,” said in passing, never knowing if you were speaking to a believer or a liberal spy.

I remember the Night of Burning Trees that same year, when atheists danced around the ashes of the Rockefeller Christmas Tree.

I remember seeing Muslims and Jews in New Jersey celebrating in the streets as our nation succumbed to the War in Christmas.

I remember the hopelessness. The darkness. The terror that filled our nation every winter solstice. The seasonal waves of mass incarceration.

I remember the shame of seeing a loved one bullied when a “Merry Christmas” slipped out at Target or the local Church.

But then I remember the hope. The hope when a simple minded and pure of heart self-proclaimed billionaire came down an escalator and, after announcing that Mexicans were rapists, promised that we would once again say “Merry Christmas.”

Today, after 8 winters spent standing in line to receive my non-denominational solstice pine cone, I can proudly and without fear say from my heart, “Fuck Trump for thinking he brought back Christmas. He’s a demented old bigot and I can’t believe anyone voted for that turd.”