As we open bottles of liquor, fire ovens up for vegetables, turkeys or pizza’s (in my case); as we turn the radiators up, switch on the TV, open the door to dear friends and relatives, let’s just take a moment.
Let’s be grateful for all those things mentioned and thank fucking God we were born into lives where the basics are met – food, water, warmth, community. Let’s spare a thought for those that struggle on without those things, those who made sacrifices or suffered or are exploited in order to have those things, those who are no longer with us, those who are alone. Let’s spare a thought for the world we want for ourselves, our families, our children, and take a moment to try and be the people we want to be and that we know we are deep down – our best selves. I think that’s what Jesus would want us to do on his birthday.
(PS: CHRISTMAS AS A FESTIVAL IS AN AMALGAM OF PAGAN RITUALS AND BELIEFS RE-PACKAGED BY THE ROMAN EMPIRE AND THEN TAKEN OVER BY COMMERCE. THE BEST BIT ABOUT IT IS THE ACCEPTABILITY OF DRINKING IN THE MORNING. SEE YA BITCHES!)