the way we celebrate Christmas nowdays is just one more sign of the globalization and it has become a product of some companies (commercials etc just like you said)..eg Santa Claus-h0h0h0 (
) is a global "tradition" invented by ...Coca-Cola..I'm not sayin that this is necessarily bad but when it comes to extreme profit-making commercials,shows etc ( eg lets make a concert with famous singers all over over the world which will cost some million dollars and we're gonna give percent of the ticket-profit to the poor people in Africa coz we are good and sensitive people...)it is pretty fake..
My point is that people use Christmas as a good reason to (over)eat,(over)drink, spend their money for nonsense and then remember that ONLY this time of the year some people suffer...remember that Christmas is a celebration of love ( not only for the Christians..I think the meaning refers to everybody) and then give the poor the crumbs from their Christmas table...Isn't it hypocritical? Isn't this kind of "love" too fake to be true ?
ideal Christmas..hmm..I think that all the people,no matter what religion they (dont) believe in, should be reminded that we need to live in peace and love ( dont misunderstand what I say..in every single day this should be humanity's target,not only in Christmas but since every day life wears down our ideals, Christmas can renew our try..).We dont need any hypocritical shows nor public charities and stuff...all we need is finding again the real human communication we had lost..now especially for the ones who have religion interest in the celebration , let them do what they think is right according to their beliefs..
Oh, indeed, Coca-Cola is the mother of Santa as we now him today. To be honest, I prefer this one to the serious, old-fashioned Saint Basilius. I know, this is just badly-grounded, as the latter has set the groundwork for the creation of the former, and especially for the giving spirit of Christmas.
You know, most people here don' t know how to celebrate Xmas... For me, it is not only a feast of altruism and love to the whole rest of the world, but also a hymn for family. All family members gathering together, singing Christmas songs in front of the Christmas Tree (or Boat!) and the fireplace, making snowmen, exchanging gifts... And even on the days before and after Christmas, spending our time creatively, making cards (why do you have to buy them?), cutting plants and synthesising them in a Christmas work of art... Baking spice biscuits (I love their smell, it fills me with warmth, empties my soul from all worries, and then I give a hug to my family)... Unfortunately, the majority only eats turkey, eats other delicious treats, eats, eats, eats... Maybe some nice, kind and noble words and wishes will be exchanged... But beneath most eyes, one can discern a void soul, a puppet of oneʼs hectic life... No willingness to share, to hug, to cry, to laugh (and if this happens, it sounds so fake), to cherish, to love...
Ι cannot describe Christmas. It is a celebration that makes me feel so much...
Walking down the street... Gazing at the lamps...
…which remind me of the rest of the world, which make joyful feelings come to the surface of my conscious...
Then, the breeze gives me freshness, hope, determination.
Maybe some snowflakes cross the sky, drawn by the force of gravity, like I am appealed by this joyful emotion, butterflies flying in my stomach, golden lights suspended everywhere, the marble sky dotted by hundreds of white spots...
They fall so lightly on the ground... Are they real? Are they cold, do they melt if I touch them? For I know my heart is so warm, that it can melt all the snow of the world and give water to those who need it.
I then come by the bakery; the relaxing smell of cookies penetrating my nostrils, making me feel like I' m a baby in its motherʼs fostering arms, nesting in the warmth of spice cookies, staring with awe at the red and golden decoration of the window...
Then I watch the tall trees, covered under a wide blanket, their branches dancing with the wind... And at the top, a single star, a bright and shiny star, filling the place with a light that even the sun cannot diminish...
This is how I feel when it is Christmas time.
Too little blah-blah, too much reticence
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