1. Christmas music with lines like ‘it’s the most wonderful
time of the year.’ I think I’ve explained often enough why I consider Christmas
to be anything but the most wonderful
time of the year. I stand by my explanation.
2. Christmas music with lines like ‘let it snow, let it
snow, let it snow’ and ‘walking in a winter wonderland.’ I hate snow, and my
reasons for so doing are perfectly rational.
3. Christmas music about a man – purportedly an avatar – who
was born in order to be sacrificed so that the badness inherent in the human
condition would be washed away and everybody could go to heaven. This stopped
making sense to me at around age twelve, and subsequent examination of the
world’s spiritual traditions has led me to the strong suspicion that Jesus’s ministry
was hopelessly misinterpreted and resulted in a ludicrously simplistic delusion
which has infected generation after generation for two thousand years.
This is not about cynicism, and those who call me ‘Scrooge’ are
both misinterpreting Scrooge and misunderstanding me. I’m actually quite the
opposite of Scrooge, although I do admit to having one thing in common with him
and it ends in ‘humbug.’
Footnote
I jokingly said to one of the young women in the coffee shop: 'Will you be doing mad things for Christmas and hoping to live to tell the tale?'
The reply was an ironic and dismissive smile.
'So what will you be doing?' I continued.
'Getting through it.'
Seems I'm not alone.
Footnote
I jokingly said to one of the young women in the coffee shop: 'Will you be doing mad things for Christmas and hoping to live to tell the tale?'
The reply was an ironic and dismissive smile.
'So what will you be doing?' I continued.
'Getting through it.'
Seems I'm not alone.
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