I'm not a fan of Christmas....I'm not a christian....and have too many unpleasant childhood memories of miserable Christmases to harbour any affection so it has for many years been a case of 'Bah humbug' with regard to the season of good will.
Things that bug me:
The commercialisation of christmas...why does it start in September.
The hijacking of pagan traditions.
Tinsel
Parents over spending.
Childrens christmas lists that encourage greed.
Christmas pudding...why?...uck!
Over indulgence.
Being socially 'forced' into conforming to the 'christmas spirit'
Goodwill being confined to the festive season.
Christmas cards.
So you see it's not surprizing that those around me are slightly perplexed by the appearence of the gingerbread men. The spicy biscuit type all wrapped up in cellophane ready to hang on the tree ( if I have one...havent decided yet) little felt ones with blanket stitch around the edge 24 of them all hand made by me, one for each day for my granddaughter to hang on a garland festooned with hearts instead of an advent calender and little tin ones to stand on the window ledge.
I've taken a different view this year, I'm focusing on the positives, the good things that the season brings, the traditions of winter rather than those of a religion of which I am not a part but forced to participate in for fear of being labelled a scrooge , so I am ready to bring in the holly light the candles, cook and bake for family and friends...so the gingerbread man has become the symbol for christmas in our house this year and maybe for years to come.
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