Seems to me that it doesn't matter

What your beliefs are,

This time of the year there is some kind of magic that fills the air...

There is a quickening, an awakening in all things... the air becomes mild and begins to caress rather than whip cruelly.. and the vicious snarls of Winter slowly change into smiles.

Then color creeps, on soft padded feet, into our lives....

And "Good Morrow" floats more often upon one's breath, banning the oaths of icy mornings.

Let us, good people all, wish that each other is visited by the Lamb of Peace.

Good Morrow One And All.