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I celebrate Christmas, despite having no belief in God. My favorite part of Christmas is going to get our tree and my uncle's property in the mountains. My sister and I are very strong athiests and my mother is agnostic. My uncle and his family, on the other hand, are fundamentalist Christians (I get the "I'm worried for your soul" and "you must save your virginity" speeches regularly). Yet before Christmas, my cousins, aunt, uncle, mom, sister, and I head out into the snow together, freeze our extremeties off finding the perfect tree, climb said tree and chop off it's top, then head back to the house for a huge dinner (turkey or roast beef, gravy, mash potatoes, yams, corn, greenbean casserole... the whole nine yards). While my sister and I have to try desperately not to burst out giggling during the insanely long grace, we all have a wonderful time. How could I not celebrate Christmas when it brings my family together like that?
I do like the "end of the dark days and death and the coming of longer days and life" idea of celebration though.
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