I’m not a fan of Christmas, believe it or not, I look upon Christmas and think that it is the one time a year when nasty people are nice and people who usually can’t stand each other exchange a small nice “merry Christmas” the last day at work/school.
Once upon a blue moon Christmas had a meaning, and I’m not talking about the birth of Jesus (he was most likely born in the fall not in December), I’m talking about the celebration of the winter solstice. Once upon a time, the festival we call Christmas was Yule, and it celebrated the turning sun. In the end of December the sun turn, and we will get longer and longer days.
What as become of Christmas? I’m afraid it’s nothing more than an excuse for people to be nice and for people to count how many and how expensive Christmas-gifts they got this year. Did they get more or less than last year? Did they get more gifts than their best friend, their neighbor or cousin?
Since Christmas is all about the presents now, I found that I had much more fun buying presents than receiving them this year and I wish I had more people to buy presents to.
This, however, brings me to reveal the – only – good thing about Christmas, Christmas which these days is the symbol of Consumerism, and I will say (not in disrespect to anyone) the absolute best thing this Christmas is all the books I got (I’m staying true to the spirit of consumerism here).