Happy Christmas your arse

I'm really gonna miss it, all the treasure and the trash

The days around
Christmas
can feel like
a fever dream.

The bells are ringing out for Christmas day.

It isn’t a song
about sleigh bells
or snowmen.

I have all of the usual objections to consumerism.

It’s a song
about hard times
and homesickness.

I have all of the usual objections to the commercialisation of an ancient religion.

A lot of people
have strong feelings
about Christmas.

I'm not expecting big presents.

Some love it.
Some hate it.
Many - love
and hate it
both.

I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus.

Even those that love it
say -
it’s a stressful time.

But I quite like the song(s).

A kind of happy chaos.

I still really like it. I'm looking forward to Christmas.

Even
the most loving families
have
hidden fissures.

Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it's our last.

I didn't mean to say that, it's just my mind it plays up.

If you look closely you’ll see a melding of lyrics lifted and meshed from Paul Kelly, Tim Minchin and The Pogues. There’s a couple of pieces torn from a story by Ariela Bard too.

About the same time last year I published this: https://pbgwriter.ghost.io/a-wobbly-christmas/

Dream intentionally - while you’re awake, and have whatever version of Christmas that works for you - or don’t.