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Published on November 9, 2004 By Sally jacobs In Current Events
I love Christmas. With a passion. Obviously it isn't good now, because I am an adult and I can't enjoy it as I did when I was a kid. I still enjoy the build up. The shops getting all festive. The kids getting all festive. The parents groaning. It is all in the spirit of things. Madisons Dad doesn't want her believing in Santa. Apparently it is the first lie, parents tell their children, and as soon as she asks he will be informing her he doesn't exist. He wants her to know he bought her presents. He wants her to appreciate Xmas for more than just the gifts she recieves. She is a child. She should be allowed a little magic. The harsh realities of the world will be there waiting for her when she grows up. Let her have her time of believing and enjoying it. Him and me will never agree on this. She isn't my daughter though so there isn't alot I can say about the matter. I guess that is up to my sister.

Now I have a tiny little rant. That is related to this. Slightly. As I said I love the lead up to Christmas. The Santas in the shopping centres, all the decoration. The Xmas, feel good films. The kids making lists. Parents asking how this time of year came around so fast again. It is all in the spirit of things. Listening to the news this Morning. A shopping Centre in Birmingham, I think it was, has decided that this year they won't be having a santa, or decorating the centre. As it could offend customers of different religions who don't celebrate Xmas. We have to be politically correct you see.

Now am I the only person who thinks that this is completely ridiculous. Sure you should respect other peoples religions. I do. I don't expect them to hide them from me though. What is the world coming to? To be politically correct is the thing to be at the moment. God forbid we should have opinions and beliefs that don't fit in with everyone elses. It seems freedom of speech, and freedom to think for yourself are going down the toilet. Instead we will be all trained robots, that nod in agreement, and do as we are told.

I am an open minded person. I respect people regardless of anything, religion, colour of skin, sex or anything else. That doesn't mean I should hide my own beliefs, or my own opinions. We will be scared to sneeze soon, in case it offends someone. Seriously what is the world coming to. We take a good idea to far. Be politically correct, but don't kill peoples freedom of opinion. Or freedom to celebrate Christmas!

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on Nov 09, 2004
yeah seriously i never hard of that song. (i should have called myself 'woman_bush12'!)
on Nov 09, 2004
No problem, I did not understand. We're cool. No need for:

IG
on Nov 09, 2004
Aaah cool
on Nov 10, 2004
Apparently it is the first lie, parents tell their children,


You know what? I agree. But then I am probably just a kill joy. And considering I don't want children I think the world is safe from me shattering dreams for now...

I HATE Christmas. Everything about it. The crappy presents. Having to beat the crowds to buy other people crappy presents. Having to spend time with the family. Sweeping up all the needles that continually drop off the tree. Christmas pudding. Salmonella transmitting Turkey. Bad Christmas Carols. Drunken idiots roaming around after their office Christmas parties where they've snogged the receptionist and slagged off their boss. And Bad Christmas TV. Urgh. Hate it.

So where was that shopping centre again?
on Nov 10, 2004
Infogeek you get my insightful!

They even outlawed the term "Christmas vacation". It's now Winter break so as not to offend the PC crowd. How am I supposed to explain this to my son when I don't even know how Santa and Christmas became so taboo?!


It is just PC gone to far. I don't understand it either.

Why cant we be all different without offending someone on the process?


We should embrace each others differences, instead of hiding from them!

Sometimes though, they make him wear shorts and a hawaïan shirt with red hibiscus on i


...that sounds like fun, though I always hope it snows around Xmas!

she's too much of a sweetie to go around being sarcastic!


Haha...I guess I'm not a sweetie then!

But then I am probably just a kill joy


Agreed...hehe

Suz I actually agree with the majority you said. Yet I still love it! You grumpy old wench, hehe!

Thanks for all the comments guys xxx
on Nov 10, 2004
I've been thinking about that - I was going to blog about it - I don't think it's the first lie - what about peek-a-boo
on Nov 10, 2004

Mr. Garrison: I heard there is no Christmas
In the silly Middle East
No trees, no snow, no Santa Claus
They have different religious beliefs


This reminds me of a movie I once saw.  I cant recall the name, but it was about the English down in 19th century Australia, and thier insistance on burning a Yule log on Christmas.  I thought it was hilarious!

IN case you dont get the laugh, Dec 25 in Australia is in the middle of Summer, and it is HOT!  They were all standing around the flames, sweating like all get out singing Christmas Carols!

on Nov 12, 2004
I don't think it's the first lie - what about peek-a-boo


Erm...I think you'll have to explain that a bit more to me Trina. I'm a little slow.

IN case you dont get the laugh, Dec 25 in Australia is in the middle of Summer, and it is HOT! They were all standing around the flames, sweating like all get out singing Christmas Carols!


Hehe thanks for explaining for us simple folks!
on Nov 12, 2004
LW that was fab...you get an insightful...just for making me giggle!
on Nov 12, 2004
Tom Leher has one and he sums up the Christmas sprit very well:

Christmas time is here, by golly,
Disapproval would be folly.
Deck the halls with hunks of holly,
Fill the cup and don't say when.

Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens,
Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens.
Even though the prospect sickens,
Brother, here we go again.

On Christmas Day you can't get sore,
Your fellow man you must adore.
There's time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four.

Relations, sparing no expense, 'll
Send some useless old utensil,
Or a matching pen and pencil.
("Just the thing I need, how nice!")

It doesn't matter how sincere it is,
Nor how heart felt the spirit,
Sentiment will not endear it,
What's important is the price.

Hark, the Herald Tribune sings,
Advertising wondrous things.
God rest ye merry merchants,
May ye make the Yuletide pay.
Angels we have heard on high,
Tell us to go out and buy!

So, let the raucous sleighbells jingle,
Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle,
Driving his reindeer across the sky.
Don't stand underneath when they fly by.

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