When is the psychic epicenter of Christmas?
I guess, like most things nowadays, Christmas is being swamped in irony, and distraction, and rudderless confusion. It was bad enough back in the day, when you wouldn't know whether the Two Ronnies were going to have a musical interlude featuring David Essex singing 'Winter's Tale' ...or Barker blacked up as Kid Creole. Now we can watch whatever we want, play with whatever fancy gadget we can imagine, but there's still no 'pith'. It's like going on holiday: you only figure out what the essence was once you get home. Weirdly, I think it's safe to say the epicenter is not actually Christmas Day itself. Keeping everyone entertained? Bah. What about, me? Or Boxing Day. By then, the radio will no longer be playing Slade, or Mud, or Shakey, or John and Yoko, or McCartney _quite_ so much. And I love that McCartney song.
I think the epicenter is probably tomorrow. Waiting to go the Christmas party. Hanging out, telling endless Christmas-parties-of-yesteryear anecdotes, getting home drunk, listening to the Church bells and thinking, 'one day, they'll be going mental like that because a nuclear war is about to kick off, BUT NOT TODAY'. Listening to George Galloway's politics show about 'Stupid-woman-gate' (OK, that might just be unique to this year). Above all, I'm going to try and consciously stay in that moment. Like in Star Trek Generations. When that thing happens, and Jean Luc Picard gets trapped inside the thing, but everything's fine (even though it's not) because it's Christmas.
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