Thing is I DO like it. Not the adverts and the tat in the shops or the over priced and over cooked Christmas meal in an overbooked restaurant. I dont like the religious stuff or the depressing Dickensian period dramas.
But i DO love the whole pagan festival. The greenery and the berries and the everlasting ivy that reminds me how even when the days are dark and the ground is hard, nature is still bearing fruit. The dormant buds on the trees revealing the promise of spring. Crisp clear mornings lit by peachy, pink skies fill me with a sense of Christmas magic and fill me with child like wonder and optimism for the year ahead.
I love the solstice on the 21st which is the end of my smallholding year. The shortest day when the sun looses its battle with the moon only to be reborn again. Snuggled by the fire, wrapping gifts or writing cards while watching your favorite "get in the mood" movie. Or putting the tree up armed with a mince pie and a warming tipple.
I love the rituals of making wreaths, or baking Christmas cakes and mince pies. The house full of seasonal smells, candles, fruit, flowers, twinkly lights and colourful Christamas cards. Standing in the cold drinking mulled wine and eating warm mince pies. Singing rousting carols hoarsely and heartily to the sound of a brass band.
I love the idea of regeneration and renewal and the spirit of sharing and compassion for others. And the fact than no matter how businesses try to exploit it, commercialise it or capitalise on it, we all have the power to make our own Christmas just how we want it, so that it means something special to us.
Here is my favorite Christmas poem by A.A MILNE for those of you who still believe in the idea that magical things can happen. King Johns Christmas.
http://www.msgr.ca/msgr-2/king_johns%20christmas.htm