One month to go. The internet will shortly be deluged with Christmas blog posts of one sort or another, and so I thought I’d get mine in early.
Because that’s what you do with Christmas; you get in there early, and stoke it up.
I have been told so often that when it comes to Christmas, I am a curmudgeonly old misanthrope, that I could almost believe it.
But not quite.
I do not dislike Christmas.
Far from it.
What I do dislike, though, is the greed and consumerism that has been steadily growing up around it for more years than I care to remember.
The greed and consumerism that fuels the pressure to buy more and buy bigger; the pressure on parents from their children; the peer pressure over who gets the most, who gets the biggest.
The greed that encourages shops to put up decorations in August or September, and run Christmas adverts then in an attempt to promote and fuel this feeding frenzy.
It is not an exaggeration to say that families can virtually get bankrupted with the costs of presents and entertainment. There are many families who spend thousands of pounds on Christmas.
Is that really what it is supposed to be about?
Unless you take the trouble to go into a church, you could be excused for not knowing that Christmas is supposed to be the festival that celebrates the birth of Christ.
It would appear to celebrate greed, especially on every television channel and in every department store.
Until Victorian times, Christmas wasn’t much celebrated, Easter being the important festival in the Christian calendar. Much of its popularity came from Charles Dickens championing it in books such as ‘A Christmas Carol.’
Since then, though, there has always been an element of overindulgence, of booziness. But that is to be expected with a festival. Where Yule was celebrated, there was feasting and drinking, so there would always be some who indulged a little more than others.
And so I am ambivalent about it. On the one hand, there is this ghastly mass consumerism, which I find utterly nauseating.
On the other, it is, really, just another of those winter festivals that originated to give people hope that the bitter, hard season would eventually be left behind, and that spring would come. That is what I like.
Because in that, it is about hope, something that we could all do with more of, at the moment.