Ahh Christmas. Rowing families. Too much food. Too much TV. High expectations. Yada yada yada.
It's the same every year so why do we put so much effort into a tradition that has now lost all meaning? Anyone remember that small child that was born some 2000 years ago so that we could have this feast? Love being a Christian at Christmas time, makes you feel all good inside. Unlike at Easter, when the guilt erodes your soul.
However, during church the other day, while singing Happy Birthday to Jesus, I was thinking about the whole Christmas charade. Technically we are celebrating the Winter Solstice, the bleak midwinter pagan festival necessary to try and chirp ourselves up during the long cold winter months. Which doesn't really have anything to do with some small child who created an entire new branch of religion.Far too stressful to think about when tired.
Regardless of my ramblings, we do celebrate Christmas as a family holiday and although the reason behind Christmas has been warped over the years, it is comforting to know that we travel far and wide to be with out loved ones over the longest, hardest, coldest days of the year.
Merry Christmas and a happy new year.
Ciao Bellas Xx
