I know many will be posting today to wish their followers glad tidings and so on and I figured I should throw my weight behind the number. So here it is…MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!
I think Christmas is important. I think it’s absolutely vital to be honest. For somebody who is vociferously atheist that may sound like a bit of a hypocritical statement, but bear with me.
Christmas is a Christian festival. If you don’t know that then you either live under a rock or you’re about as ignorant as it’s humanly possible to be. It’s all about the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, the fabled son of the Christian god. I’m sure most of us have attended a nativity play before. In fact I daresay most of us have appeared in a nativity play before; certainly those of us of a British or American persuasion.
I think the religious relevance has more or less been quashed in the last fifty or so years. Christmas has become something else; something big and ugly. It’s an entirely corporation driven sham nowadays. It’s all about the big companies getting everybody to dip their hands deep into their pockets and spend, spend, spend. Trust me; those guys are the only winners at Christmas time.
What’s awful is the fact that we all feel the need to act like puppets to them and duly head out into the stores or shop online to give our money to them lest we should feel like we aren’t showing our loved ones the appreciation they deserve. We all feel we must spend money to symbolise love. It’s heart-breaking that we’ve been suckered in such a way.
However, I don’t want to wax too lyrically about the ugly side of Christmas. I’d rather think about what’s good about it.
As a child, Christmas was my favourite time of year above and beyond all else. Yes; I was excited about Father Christmas coming to visit and giving me a whole bunch of presents, but it was so much more than that. I loved the decorations at home, at school and around all the shops. I loved the Christmas music, whether cheesy pop on the radio or brass bands on the streets. I loved the school assemblies where we’d sing Christmas songs and finding out what part I‘d be playing in the Christmas play (it wasn’t always necessarily a nativity – I remember we did Oliver one year). I loved seeing family. New year’s eve would always be spent at my Nanna Bailey’s house; a shedload of bodies crammed into her front room playing games and having fun. I loved decorating the tree and other parts of the house. I loved it all! Christmas was just amazing.
There were two fundamental elements as to why my Christmases were always so special and so wonderful. Those two elements were my parents. They did everything and more to ensure that my sisters and I had the best times possible at Christmas. My parents insist they didn’t really spoil us, but I disagree. I remember waking up on Christmas mornings to mountains of gifts awaiting me and they’d always get me exactly what I wanted the most. I was never disappointed.
My parents were my Father Christmas. They were the bringers of all the joy I ever felt in those early days. When I realised the nonexistence of the big man (I wrote questions for him on a blackboard I had one year and he didn’t answer them), I wasn’t sad because I knew once and for all that all the good things I’d ever received and the great times I’d had were because of my mum and dad. It was a cause to be happy, not sad.
Many years on and the parent to the young child is me. I know that the magic of Christmas Caellum is going to feel will stem from me and his mum. We have a duty to create that magic. It’s through us that he’ll experience all the wonders this time of year brings. He’s too young to understand it all right now, but he soon won’t be. Parents have an obligation to make Christmas as special as it is to a child as far as I’m concerned.
I relish the challenge! I look forward to putting aside all my personal misgivings about this religious festival that the corporations have hijacked for their own selfish gains and making Christmas about what I personally feel it should be; a time of wonderment for the young. Christmas is for kids. That is my fervent belief.
I have a very strong issue with those parents who selfishly drag their kids to a pub on Christmas day just so they can throw a few beers down their necks; taking their kids away from their presents for however long just to satisfy their own needs. It honestly makes me want to puke! Those parents who turn Christmas into their thing ahead of their children are scum in my opinion.
No; while Caellum is a child, Christmas will be all about him. It’ll be his day. It’ll be his brother’s day. That is only the right thing to do. They simply come first at Christmas. All kids should come first at Christmas. I’ll do all I can to have Caellum grow up and remember how magical this time of year was when he was young just the way I do. He deserves that much. I’ll be his Father Christmas for as long as he believes in him.
If you’re a mother or a father, take a look at your kids right now and look at how excited you’ve made them. Yes; it is perhaps rather aesthetic because the excitement is likely as a result of all the presents they received, but as I outlined earlier, your child will grow up to appreciate everything else you did to make Christmas special. They’ll appreciate all you did more than what you (or Santa) brought them when they come of age so think about how happy you have made them and not the gifts because it’s the former that will stay with them forever.
I already got my Christmas gifts this year in the form of my mum’s successful operation to remove a tumour and a good laugh with my dad at the pub on Friday (23rd). Everything else from this point onwards is a bonus. Even at the age of thirty-two it seems my parents are still the bringers of joy.
I truly hope whoever might be reading this has a great Christmas and that the New Year (whatever relevance you place on it) holds something great in store for you. Thank you for all your support over the months and I hope I continue to entertain you.