Once in Royal David’s City stood a lonely cattle shed,
Where a mother held her baby.
You’d do well to remember the things He later said.
When you’re stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,
You’ll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
You’re missing the point I’m sure does not need making
That Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
So how can you laugh when your own mother’s hungry,
And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
Remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song.
(Hey! Santa! Pass us that bottle, will you?)
Jethro Tull* ~ Christmas Song
I remember talking to the Tomster and Owen about this subject last year(?). I think a case can be made that the old midwinter festival is slowly usurping the Christian Christmas. These celebrations are part of a mutable culture: I see similar trends in Easter, Bonfire Night and Halloween. A reverting to older ideas about spring, the end of summer and the transition into winter. The Christian veneers are starting to rub off and expose the older wood beneath, I think.
* Who else?