Even as a child, I had a love-hate relationship with Christmas.Like most if not all children, I loved the festivities and (of course) the presents, but my father would always find a way to spoil Christmas for me and drive home the conviction that it was all a beautiful fantasy, a dream, and sooner or later needs must reality start biting again, fiercer even than any winter.
Regular readers will know I am not a religious person although you don’t need to be religious to appreciate the spirit of Christmas. Religion - Christianity or whatever - is meant to be about
peace and love, a fact history may well be inclined to dispute. Whatever, there
is a feel-good factor about religious celebration that I suspect its founders
would not disapprove. For all the evil and hardship in the world, there is also
much good, and for that we must be thankful and spread the
word.
The human spirit may well be the epitome of stoicism and
resilience, but both feed on hope and the kind of inspiration we see all around
us in good people everywhere, no matter their colour, creed, sex or
sexuality.
The likes of terrorists and psychopaths such as Islamic State, Boko Haram, and Al Qaeda cannot hope to get the better
of the finer human spirit for all the dastardly acts they may inflict upon mind
and body. Small comfort for their victims, but light, at least,
at the end of a long, dark tunnel; a light their attackers will never see for
all they may attempt to call upon religion to excuse their
behaviour.
Religion for the true believer is an inspirational way of life not an excuse for
barbarism nor, for that matter, is it an excuse for anti-social behaviour at any level.
How many religious celebrations, I wonder, are
enjoyed by those simply playing at religion and/or hedging their bets regarding
mortality …?
CHRISTMAS, THE GREAT PRETENDER
Rudolph,
the red nose reindeer
has
a very shiny nose,
and
makes a wish every year
that
on Christmas Eve
it
won’t just be cold, but snows,
creating a Christmas world
of peace and love, too rarely
more real than a beautiful dream
painted
on a card
Hey,
there, Frosty the Snowman,
Santa’s
on his way
so
be sure to listen for jingle bells
for quite possibly his elves
have
loaded a surprise for you
to
ease the bleak midwinter,
rework
every child’s imagination,
sure to invite even the holly and ivy
in on the magic
Christmas
time, mistletoe and wine,
cause
for celebration,
no
matter our social, cultural, sexual
identity
or even religion
for
the Spirit of Christmas brings
hope,
love and peace
to
mind, body and spirit, shades
of darkness transcended into angels
on
wings of light
Oh,
Christmas tree, oh, Christmas tree,
as
good a metaphor for fantasy any…
Copyright R. N. Taber 2013
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