At this time of year I find
myself questioning what it’s all about…the festive season known as Christmas
that marketeers have turned into stress-mas! I only truly enjoy Christmas when
it’s all over and today, being the day after, it’s definitely on the way out.
|Sucker for Santa!|
Christmas is like a long and
uncomfortable labour of shopping and eating and, once Christmas day is over,
the rest of the month leading up to New Year is pain relief. Christmas brings
with it a sense of expectation and most of those expectations have a price tag.
Consumer greed has all but damaged the spirit of Christmas present and future
and I long for a bygone era when Christmas had nothing to do with the exchange
of gifts. I balk at the idea that we have to give because we get. It’s an
obnoxious barter system that makes us feel all the more poorer in pocket and
good cheer when we add up the cost of those little purchases.
|This is where the magic happened|
It was never meant to be like
this. Christmas has magic because we remember a birth. A birth without balloons
and fanfare. A birth without expensive presents. A birth that was politically
incorrect since the baby was genetically modified by a heavenly source. In that
sense, the baby’s mother, was a single parent although she had a male support
in the form of a chosen father figure. The message that this baby’s birth
brought was that of simplicity though the future that lay before him was
When we put Christmas under the
microscope, it’s a mass of complications
and clashing priorities. How much do we spend? Whom should we invite over? Why
do people give such rubbish presents? Why should we give in to the pressure to
buy, buy, buy? The only thing we truly mull over is the wine and mince pies.
|Christmas Island treat|
I may not fully understand what
Christmas is about but I know what its not. I’ll probably have to wait until
I’ve had a lot more Christmases to do it poetic justice. Before that what I’m searching for is a place
that’s never heard of Christmas….probably impossible. Perhaps on Christmas
Island in the Indian Ocean they’re not too big on it. There must be some
corner of a foreign field where uncommon Christmas sense reigns and I intend to
If I don’t find my Christmas
Shangri-La then my wish is to disappear on the 1st of December and
to re-appear on 2nd January when the madness is over. Have you
noticed how deflated January seems by comparison? In spite of the sales frenzy,
I love the semi-normalcy of January.
Boycotting Christmas is not yet
an option since I have teenagers who love to get, get, get.
they’ll learn that Christmas is more than a snow globe with shiny pieces of
tinsel falling all around. If Christmas is anything you want it to be then I
live in hope of finding a quiet space within it.
|All I want for Christmas |
And so I wish you readers, love
and light, a glad heart and good choices, new beginnings and new dreams, better
coping and less moping!