It’s that time of year when thoughts begin turning to the festive season and all that goes with it. If you are a PC person, a politically correct, straight-and-narrow type, you’ll know that I am referring to the holiday season, the time when people of a specific religious persuasion, without regard to their neighbors who may well have a different festive view, a different holiday and a very different – but almost the same – religious persuasion, celebrate the birth of someone who may or may not have lived some time in the past. For everyone else, it’s Christmas.
Or, better, it soon will be and, despite all the panic, the stress, the last-minute shopping, wrapping and guzzling of good spirits and food, it will be over, thankfully, before you know it. And that, believe, me, is a good thing.
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Before you know it you will no longer have to be careful that someone else isn’t insulted when you wish them a Happy Christmas by mistake or, perhaps, that you wished them a festive holiday when they are, well, you know, of that belief.
Before you know it you will no longer have to justify that fantasy figure who, in so many Hollywood films, lands on your roof, is more overweight than the average American, wears a onsie to work – in red with white fur trimmings, now that is so Gay! – and lives off welfare payments through the kind services of thousands of people who leave milk and cookies out for him, thus helping him to a good, balanced diet.
Christmas is, for me, a reminder of all that is wrong with the publicity machine around the Christian religion. We spend thousands of dollars on items which we do not need – let’s be honest here, do we really need or just want? – and on stuffing our faces with a festive meal, when the idea of Christmas should be to celebrate the birth – whether in September, December or whenever, if at all – of someone who dedicated his life to helping others and who, to all intents and purposes, wanted us to do the same. That is, those of us – and I do not count myself in these dwindling ranks – who decided voluntarily or were brought up forcefully in the beliefs of the followers of Christ and their new religion, which he was never a member of. Jesus Christ was a good Jew of Arabic descent, and never a Christian.
And, no, I don’t necessarily believe in political correctness either, as you can see.
- Viktoria Michaelis.