I’m thinking Christmas without Christ is utterly meaningless. I do genuinely hate to be the negative ninny, and Christmas does bring a ton of joy, but it’s also so much waste, and the pressure to conform.
The shops are filling up with glittery single use plastics and stodgy frozen party snacks. Every year, the streets are brighter as collections of outdoor lighting grows. It’s a celebration for the sake of celebration.
The oldest boy wants an x-box. He’s asked for it for Christmas. He doesn’t want it for Christmas. He wants it now, he could have it now, but it’s a lot of money and Christmas is the time for presents so he’ll have to wait. But why? Why wait.
On Christmas Day I cook a Sunday roast, but instead of my favourite beef, I spend 3-4 times the amount on a bird that takes hours to cook and is so hard to do well that it’s either raw or dry, but never succulent. I also cook an extra 6 varieties of veg, the more obscure the better, and just in case no one fancies turkey I also prepare a ham and roast a joint of beef. I ask myself why I go to the extra effort and my only answer is because it’s Christmas. Dinner is my favourite part of Christmas, admittedly, after Doctor Who. Christmas dinner is the only time we have family around too, they’re welcome any time.
I could go on, and I probably will in one medium or another. I dunno, it all just seems redundant.
The shops are filling up with glittery single use plastics and stodgy frozen party snacks. Every year, the streets are brighter as collections of outdoor lighting grows. It’s a celebration for the sake of celebration.
The oldest boy wants an x-box. He’s asked for it for Christmas. He doesn’t want it for Christmas. He wants it now, he could have it now, but it’s a lot of money and Christmas is the time for presents so he’ll have to wait. But why? Why wait.
On Christmas Day I cook a Sunday roast, but instead of my favourite beef, I spend 3-4 times the amount on a bird that takes hours to cook and is so hard to do well that it’s either raw or dry, but never succulent. I also cook an extra 6 varieties of veg, the more obscure the better, and just in case no one fancies turkey I also prepare a ham and roast a joint of beef. I ask myself why I go to the extra effort and my only answer is because it’s Christmas. Dinner is my favourite part of Christmas, admittedly, after Doctor Who. Christmas dinner is the only time we have family around too, they’re welcome any time.
I could go on, and I probably will in one medium or another. I dunno, it all just seems redundant.