Once upon a time, there was a secular nation that wanted to forget about Christmas. They did not even like the smell of it. And so they had their scholars and think tank johnnies try to get people to use CE for Common Era and BCE for Before Common Era. It was intolerable, you see, to simply date everything by reference to Christ’s birth—B.C. for Before Christ and A.D. for anno Domini, year of our Lord. This is the sort of thing we should just laugh at, and if it catches on, we should start saying that C.E. just stands for Christ’s Empire, which is two thousand years established and still growing strong.
There were others who insisted in calling Christmas a nebulous kind of winter festival, or holidays that were mysteriously happy. There were important court decisions that determined that you could have a nativity scene on public property, but only if you had Santa Claus or Muhammad in the scene to make it all incoherent and therefore useless. The whole point was to remind people that Jesus is born, and as a result of His life, death, and resurrection here, the heavens and the earth were reborn.
But in this very foolish nation, there were still many who worshipped Jesus, and who never quit saying merry Christmas, both because God wanted them to, and because they just felt like it. And because, as we all know, Christ came to make His blessings flow far as the curse is found, the curse of political correctness was eventually swept away, everybody came back to their senses, and lived happily ever after.