Picture this: a festive “Toys for Tots” event at one of the snazziest places in America, the White House. First Lady Jill Biden, with her charming smile, attempts to greet the crowd with a non-denominational and oh-so-safe “Happy Holidays.” After all, it’s 2024, and one must tread carefully across the minefield of political correctness. But, surprise! The kids there? They ain’t having any of that vanilla, one-size-fits-all greeting. Their reply? A spirited “Merry Christmas.” Talk about a festive clap-back!

For those not in the know, the “Toys for Tots” program is like Santa’s little helper, organized by the Marine Corps Reserve since the 1940s—a time when kids played with jump ropes and marbles (Google it!). The program is about sprinkling joy and handing over toys to families trying to make ends meet. And here we are in 2024, celebrating this tradition that has stayed as evergreen as a Christmas tree.

So, Dr. Jill Biden finds herself amidst a sea of adorable faces, doing her First Lady duty, waving with the finesse of a seasoned parade queen (a skill, not to be underestimated). Her attempt to keep things universal by saying “Happy Holidays” hits a small roadblock when a child, drawing from some deep reservoir of Christmas spirit, shouts back “Happy Christmas!” The First Lady, now caught off guard, chuckles and echoes the child with “Happy Christmas.” But the kids aren’t quite finished. Enter the chorus of “Merry Christmas!” ringing out in unison—probably the sweetest, most adorable mutiny one could witness.

This wasn’t just any exchange; it was a gentle nudge, a quaint reminder that despite the year’s attempts at inclusivity, Christmas’s true charm lies in its tradition, faith, and timelessness. Ever since “Happy Holidays” attempted to steal Christmas’s thunder, the phrase “Merry Christmas” has become more than a greeting—it’s a banner, a declaration, a warm, toasty affirmation of tradition and belief.

But let’s not be too hasty to throw Dr. Jill Biden down the chimney for her choice of words. Her remarks touched upon charity and compassion, virtues as wholesome as a slice of Grandma’s homemade pie. But still, the air felt just a tad frosty. The omission of “Merry Christmas” was a bit like singing “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” without mentioning his glowing schnoz. Missing the most sparkly part!

Nevertheless, Jill Biden couldn’t escape the contagious energy of those holiday-spirited kids. Despite the hiccup, she took to applauding the Marine Corps Reserve and the traditional band, delivering her gratitude with sincerity and warmth. “Joe and I are grateful to them and to their families for their service, and for filling the White House with talent and grace,” she said. What’s not to love about that?

She also sprinkled a bit of holiday magic herself, urging everyone—especially the kids—to embrace love and compassion during the season. Her words, “If you only remember one thing from the holidays, after all the wrapping paper is cleaned up, let it be this: you are loved,” could melt even Scrooge’s icy heart.

But despite all the cheer, the elephant—or perhaps the reindeer—in the room remained conspicuous. Why were we here, celebrating this big jolly holiday while skirting around its very name? Those kids truly understood what this season means: they remembered that amidst the “Happy Holidays,” there’s still a merry Mary in the manger.

So here we are, post-event, dwelling on the adorable candidness of youth. These little revelers gave us a warm reminder that in this politically correct society, old traditions still hold their sparkle. Christmas for them is not just another winter holiday; it’s a delightful dive into joy and faith.

Maybe Washington leaders could borrow a page from these kids’ playbooks. After all, families across the nation prepare to celebrate Christmas, not just another random winter fest. So, let’s cast caution to the snowy winds once in a while. And in the spirit of those sweet, brave voices: Merry Christmas to all!