We hadn't spoken in four months and then it had been a big blow up with lots of screaming on his part to which I had eventually just walked out from and gotten in my car to drive away as every hateful word replayed within my consciousness for the entire two hour drive home.
It had been Thanksgiving and dad had rented a cabin on a lake in a resort area for us to celebrate a day that always before we had celebrated at home. But with mom's death seven years before Thanksgiving had never been the same and so I hadn't been too opposed to spending it outside of the home full of memories from growing up there.
My announcement though at last year's Thanksgiving hadn't been popular, as I well knew it wouldn't be. I'd told dad and my two sisters after most of the gluttony had been accomplished that I would no longer be celebrating December 25th as Christmas.
"Well why not?" My father had screamed at me.
"Well because for one it's not the day of Jesus's birth."
"Well that's not a good reason for not celebrating Christmas!" He'd stormed back with.
I'd known going in that it would do me no good to argue, but it was in my nature to try to get my point across so I had tried. I had explained the pagan traditions of Saturnalia and how Jesus was born by best accurate Biblical account around September 29th and that in reverse Christmas Day was really the birthday celebration of the child of Nimrod of the Tower of Babel and his wife Isis.
I also went into the word semantics of the word 'christ' as to how it does not refer to Jesus in specific, but rather it can mean any lord, with the occultic symbolism of that day, Christmas Day, being twisted to mean the celebration of something opposite of Jesus, hence anti-Christ, even as the reborn spirit of Nimrod in the occult world is to them the spirit of anti-Christ.
I had explained that December 25th hadn't been observed by the early church and that later the reason given by the Catholic Church to move the birth of Jesus to December 25th had been so that pagans could continue to celebrate their pagan feast days and traditions and be called Catholic all at the same time. Then instead of just wrangling with my father, my sisters had lit into me big time.
They'd said about how I was trying to deprive their children of a good time by taking away the joys of the holidays not to mention their presents and so on. Mind you my nieces and nephews at the time were showing the most interest that they had exhibited all day in terms of listening into the adult conversation, which now had them looking up from the screens of their iPhones and tablets with interest.