There are plenty of journals going around with wishes of "Merry Christmas," "Happy Holidays," and endless wishes of good cheer and spiked eggnog. Possibly, if the writer considers herself open-minded, she'll include a brief mention of Hannukah- just like the 5-second blurb of "I Had A Little Dreidel" you hear in Christmas medleys.
I've carolled myself hoarse and baked more cookies than Nestlé on a slow day, and I'm only in the festivities because my family roped me in. So I hereby proclaim: forget Christmas. If you're not sick of merchandise and institutionalized, homogenized, manufactured good cheer, then you're inhuman. Enjoy your Kwaanza, solstice, Saturnalia, or Festivus. And happy birth of Mithras!
Sincerely, your favorite disenfranchised agnostic.