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Well it depends on what type of Christmas really.
I do worry about what kind of Christmas we are handing in to our kids.... and its more than just post-millennial anxst that there will never be a 'proper' Christmas number one and the likelihood of all sitting around one film on analogue television is long gone in the Netflix age.
Is it the Coca-Cola Christmas, 'the haaalidays are curmin' sings the jingle with a fat santa bedecked entirely in corporate colours.
Is it the toy shop Christmas from the festival of plastic which those of us over 40 remember where the name of the game, in the first few decades of cheap consumer goods, was to purchase as many items of plastic as possible.
Is it an escapist Christmas, very modern tale of people who hate Christmas and travel alone or to some part of the world where the globalised Santas haven't reached.
But what about the family Christmas, the Christmas that's about serving. I know that's what i'd love my children to inherit. I question myself as to whether they really know this rea Christmas message - that the divine life is found in our human lives, in all its mess and complexity- all through one baby in a manger and the things he grew up to do. Amazing.
Theres also a beauty in the ancient beliefs of people in this land around midwinter solstice, that in the very nature around us, even if it seems dead, there is life. Im very relaxed about the Church adopting some of these - trees and wreaths, green decorations and the lot
So whether its yuletide, midwinter solstice, Christs-mass and a family focussed around the twinkly lights- there seems to me to been a deeper message - not Disney mush, but our hoping for light at this darkest time of the year.
...but then the guilt sweeps in again as the angels from the 'festival of plastic' Christmas whisper in my ear...but what about all the retail jobs, the high street is struggling, people are deserting our vision of Christmas
…. but then the sentimental, 20th century invented American Christmas calls me to and chides me for being a spoilsport and to think of the magic in the little ones eyes. Aww, maybe im a Grinch?
...and then, in a moment of noise and panic and endless Christmas lift music, I snap...I need a break frm all of this on my OWN. Oh Ive become a Christmas hater/escaper!
SO maybe providing we take a moment to be mindful of what we are doing and why we have the trditions we do then any of the above take on a special meaning for US.
So from my family to yours this Christmas time, the very best of British to you- however you celebrate..... but my mixed up, tired, messy Yuletide brain starts tinckling bells and I declare, as the great bard of the 1970s a certain Noddrick Holder Esquire once sang , "ITS CHRISTMAS"