This afternoon I curled myself up on my bed and wrote out vast quantities of Christmas cards. I did this until my hand ached, my head required caffeine, and my pussy begged to be tickled. It means I have helped to destroy copious amounts of woodland, but heck. Christmas comes but once a year. And if you would like a card from me, feel free to email me your address. I may not send you one, but hey! I’ll be able to stalk you.
I love Christmas. I love everything about Christmas. Christmas is my favourite time of year and it has been since I was an ickle child. For me Christmas means candle-light Carol services in draughty Methodist Churches, hugging people I haven’t seen for eons, making people smile by buying them gifts that I hope they’ll appreciate, not putting my Christmas tree / decorations up till the week before because I couldn’t bear to be immune to the fact that they’re there by the time Christmas morning comes along, nativity scenes with kids wearing tea-towels on their heads as they play shepherds. I like seeing joy on people’s faces and hearing the squeals of delight as children bask in the glow of the Christmas lights.
There’s been a lot of talk recently, not just on Xanga, but in the wider world, about taking the Christmas out of Christmas.
If we want to be sure we don’t offend anyone why don’t we just ban Christmas? And then we can ban everything else, all the other festivals that make all the religions / cultures in the world come alive.
Ack, let’s just ban religion and force everybody throughout the world to follow the same ideals. That way we can all be the little puppets that they want us to be.
On my high horse? Not at all.
Political correctness can be good, can be beneficial. But there are extremes. By all means celebrate this time of year in whatever way you wish, following whichever doctrine you follow. But don’t take away the right of someone else to enjoy the commercialism that they have come to expect in Christmas.
I don’t believe we can ever embrace other cultures and traditions until we stop being scared of those other cultures and traditions. And all this religious PC-ness seems, to me, to simply exist because we are scared.
Excuse me, for I have waffled.
This post wasn’t going to be about Christmas at all. It was going to be about my lack of sleep, play.com and the joyous occasion of my Mormon StepSister giving birth to Baby Number Six on Wednesday – she has three of each now and I hope she uses this as a guide to actually stop popping out the babies. Six children before the age of thirty? Goodness.
please God bless the children as they wait in anticipation for Kris Kringle xxx Elsabeth