Well, it’s nearly christmas time, and people are getting all christmasy and all that. I however am not one of those people. I am not really a big fan of xmas, and I haven’t been for awhile. My house is void of an xmas tree, No carols are echoing within the walls of my home and no stockings are being hung by the chimney with care. True, I don’t really have a chimney, so even if I wanted to, I couldn’t hang one up.
Don’t get me wrong! I’m not a modern day scrooge, if you stop me in the street and wish me a merry christmas I won’t reply with snarled ‘Bah Humbug!’, in fact I will wish you a merry christmas as well, and possibly throw in a happy new year. See? Not very scroogelike.
Quite simply, I don’t really celebrate christmas. I don’t have plans to ruin christmas for others, or trying to get a law passed that makes it illegal to sing carols outside my house. That’s all a personal choice, and everyone is entitled to their own choices. I just choose not to celebrate it.
So, why don’t I join in the festivities? Well, to begin with I am an atheist. I don’t believe in god, and if you ask any religious person they will happily tell you that jesus is the reason for the season. Since I don’t believe in God I obviously don’t believe the son of god popped out of a virgin. So, whats the point in celebrating the birth of what I believe to be a fictional character. Does anyone celebrate the birth of Indiana Jones or Buck Rogers? No, they most certainly do not! So, basically when it’s all said and done, Christmas to me is as special as a thursday.
To top that off, the holidays for me are a really bad time, like they are for most. So, I prefer to curl up in bed, read a book, drink some coffee and just relax.
Made in the Shaide 