Santa Claus revealed as the evil demon MAMMON!
So Christmas arrives like a beggar at the doorstep again.
We are once again compelled to go out to the highstreet and worship at the altar of Mammon in order to pay him his due.
The sacrifices are wrapped and left under a dying tree.
Our nearest and dearest come.
How appropriate that these people are celebrating the birth of their God, with wrapped dead things, under a dying thing, Christianity is after all, a death cult.
There is almost nothing left of the festivals of the old ones, and Yule, the death of the Oak King, the birth of the Holly King. We are smothered under the harsh red glow of the neon that calls you to the sacrifice dealers.
We gorge ourselves on traditional flesh, farmed and imprisoned where their bones twist and fuse as they grow, trapped in cages that are sizes too small. The teeth that tear this flesh are the same ones that rattle when after too much booze, razor words are spat across the table. All to celebrate the love and the birth of their saviour.
This is honouring their God, "the"God - the older I become the less I know about their ways - the memories of what it was once meant to be drift out into the mist, nothing but formless daemons, shadows of what they once were in the purity and innocence of childhood.
This is honouring your family, this outpouring of money, they are only worth what you spend, this is what we are told.
Scrooge knew the meaning of Christmas, its the reason he stayed well out of it. Or perhaps his family were just sick of him winning the annual Christmas games.
A poor excuse for picking a man's pocket every December 25th.
Peace and Hope