WE KNOW IT'S CHRISTMAS(11/02/2007)
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On Christmas 2006
(CATALONIA TODAY – SECTION: LONG-TERM RESIDENT - ARTICLE THIRTY-SEVEN)
One of the best things about Christmas, says I, is that it has all but lost its religious significance. I can still remember when the high point of the Xmas Season was Midnight Mass, but all that wafer swallowing and wine tasting and traipsing round the neighbourhood behind a man dressed as a 14th century Byzantine businessman is now merely a faint and uncherished memory. These days, Christmas revolves, thankfully, around two activities as worldly as they are worthwhile: giving and getting gifts; and bolting fancy foods. Even here in Catalonia, where so many kids set up nativity scenes in the living-room, any religious overtones are neatly undercut by the placing of a little man dropping a sizeable log within spitting distance of the King of Kings.
Christmas is now, says I, the best break of the year, when, for once, there is nothing for it but to hunker down in the warm and forget the world's evil and chaos even as it shifts and stirs in exotic places; Christmas, in other words, is a time to be as cosy and irresponsible as a child, as the children now giggling and howling with excitement in every nook and cranny at the thought of Christmas which they know full well is nothing to do with any supposed God on Earth, but rather with playing and pleasure; a playing and pleasure they will surely recall as adults – as I do now - when they will try and recapture some of that unfettered, unqualified yuletide happiness by diving into the cubby hole of Christmas Time with a bottle in one hand and a full glass in the other, from which they will take sip after redeeming sip before dozing off in front of Charlton Hestion pretending to be Moses.