I’ve decided, after much consideration, I don’t like Christmas.
There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.
Oh I used to love Christmas, the presents were the best part, of course — as a child in this Western society I always had high hopes at this time of year and naturally they were never fulfilled as much as I would have liked, but still the house was awash with remnants of wrapping paper, bits of toys that had been left while I occupied myself with whatever new present had taken my fancy for those 5 minutes.
Mother would be upset at the fact that I got too many presents. Father would get upset with Mother.
As time passed presents became less than expected.
As more time passed presents were no longer an issue.
But still, arguments of some sort ensued. Naturally.
Everyone has their expectations. These days all I hope for is the hang out with my cousins, enjoy some drinks and have some good times. I don’t expect presents. I get some, not many, but some. Either way, I don’t have expectations for any.
The true meaning of Xmas is an imaginary man who sees everything you do and rewards you if you’re good all year. Just like Santa.
After weeks of shopping it all comes down to one day. One meal. One, or two (or three or four families). Alcohol, sweets, presents. The usual crap. But still ONE day.
Those who believe in the Christian God will profess that the day is in honour of the birth of Jesus/God. That may be the meaning of Christmas for some. it’s irrelevant. Celebrations in December pre-date all the Christian motives. Moreso: If you believe in the Christian God, and even if you don’t, you’ll be aware that they also profess the meaning to be about peace, love and goodwill to all men.” But they don’t have a monopoly on that. Each are great aspirations and hopes to have, a turkey dinner and selection boxes are necessary for that.
Praying for it, spending a lot of money and creating a host of traditions will not fix it either. Just like Christianity itself, the real meaning is unique to everyone. To me. It’s just a few days to chill out in front of some really shit T.V.
I’m not bitter. I’m just pissed off at the pressure to perform and the family breakdowns as a result of expectations not met. Not next year!