In the midst of tidings and tinsel, I often ask: “Why such a great fuss?”. Every year it’s always the same build-up; songs, gifts, cards, Christmas Specials – all culminating in one day which, as the years pass, becomes ever more the anti-climax. I know why I’ve grown to think of the day as such non-event. Part of it is doubtless due to my disillusionment and rejection of Christianity; but the Law of Diminishing Returns, and the great deceiver that I term The Hype Machine, have played their parts too. Public Enemy were onto something with their infamous anti-hype slogan, and at no time does the bullshit fly thick ‘n’ fast than at Xmas.
The anniversary of the birth of the Baby Jesus? Recheck those premises, friend – you’ll find the celebration of the Sun’s eventual return is closer to the mark! How about the common perception that Christmas is about altruism and enveloping the whole world in tentacles of “love”? Well, indulgence fits the mould of the original meaning much more accurately. As for this “true meaning” being drowned in the swamp of commercialism, it’s no worse than the original roots being crucified on the cross of Christianity. The religion of Consumerism is simply doing to Christianity what Christianity did to the Pagans.
True meaning? Go back further than 2000 years!
Another thing which leaves me cold about this festive season is the whole “peace on Earth, goodwill to men” message constantly pumped out; I wholeheartedly advocate benevolence, but why does it always have to be regulated to a certain day in the year (and at the tail end of the year at that?) It seems as if December the 25th is the world’s set “time-out” day from acting the cunt. I can’t help but think of that contemptible breed of worshipper who thinks going to church on Sunday gives them license to act like a total shit every other day; or the loathsome lover who thinks Valentine’s Day absolves them of all past and future sins outside those hallowed 24 hours.
Is it too much effort to carry the goodwill of the occasion beyond the occasion? I think this post by expresses the sentiment pretty damn well.
In any case, I find the effort put into this solitary day to be something of an over-exertion, especially when you compare it to the New Year. Now there’s a celebration of unsullied significance, representing not simply one day, but 365 of the buggers! A year is a sizeable chapter in the manuscript of one’s life, yet the greeting “Happy New Year” is included as an afterthought in most cards (if included at all). Comparing the ratio of Xmas cards to New Years one’s, I’m drawn to note something of an imbalance. Is it cynicism that discourages such a big deal being made out of the new year, beyond the revelries of the 31st; a fear or expectation of repeating mistakes past?
All said and done, my friends, I’m gonna say that whatever your moniker and motivations for the day, I hope you make and get the best from it. I’m also hoping that you’ll be able to carry that good ol’ Saturnalia/ Yuletide/ Christmas/ Decemberween benevolence over into – and through – the coming year. You all deserve the best, you really do and I’m hoping the best finds its way to you (or vice versa). Take care, eat, drink, be merry – and try not to murder your nearest ‘n’ dearest for that last scrap of turkey. Okay, over and out…