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diminishing dynamism in this society,
his birthday is a worshipped commer-
cial commonplace.
At its best Christmas is a celebration
of all that is good about the human expe-
rience including family and community,
joy, sociability, generosity, forgiveness,
and desire for peace between warring
parties. It is a time of hope and new
beginnings. In spite of this Christmas is
celebrated in a contradictory manner.
Ask the innocents: the hundreds of
millions of turkeys, chickens and pigs
that will be unwitting centrepieces of the
traditional Christmas dinner around the
world. It is estimated that 22 million tur-
keys in the United States, 10 million in
the UK and 700,000 in the Republic of
Ireland will take one for the human team
this yule.
And it is not a happy time for industri-
ally planted conifers.
Christmas elevates consumption of all
kinds with a corresponding increase in
toxic waste, greenhouse gasses, loss of
biodiversity and the suffering of those
in low-wage economies.
If we took account of the negative
impact of Christmas on the biosphere
we would no more celebrate it than we
would a riot in which vital amenities
were torched.
Christmas particularly conduces to
the exchange of ephemeral dross: a plas-
tic-destined-for-landfill squandermania
– Terry-the-Swearing-Turtle in your
stocking. If there were not an increase
in unthinking consumption, shopkeep-
ers, economists and politicians would
consider it a bad Christmas.
Christmas, since the time of Charles
Dickens, has been mass make-believe
sustained by the retail, advertisement
and entertainment sectors (which George
Monbiot calls “the global bullshit indus-
tries”), rooted in an unspoken agreement
between producers and consumers to
turn a blind eye to consequences and
contradictions.
As Eric Fromm, who spent his aca-
demic life analysing and criticising the
modern mind, wrote in ‘To Have Or
To Be?’ (1976): “most people are half-
awake, half-dreaming, and unaware
that most of what they hold to be true and
self-evident is illusion produced by the
suggestive influence of the social world
in which they live”.
As in a grotesques fable, Christmas is
a prescribed happy time in which bon-
homie and wellbeing can only be realised
through material consumption, gluttony
P
ATRICK Kavanagh wrote ambiva-
lently of Christmas in his distinctly
anti-modern poem ‘Advent’: “We
have tested and tasted too much, lover/
Through a chink too wide there comes
in no wonder. But here in the Advent-
darkened room /Where the dry black
bread and the sugarless tea /Of penance
will charm back the luxury/ Of a child’s
soul, we’ll return to Doom /The knowl-
edge we stole but could not use”.
Christmas marks the birth of Jesus,
but the strengths of the icons in con-
temporary Ireland are an extraordinary
contrast; the man himself a force of
and glitter, excess and inoculating ine-
briation, contrived festive partying, and
tantrums – childish and adult. Banal but
cheery Christmas-themed television,
schlocky ads for mobile phones and
department stores, forced attendance
at corny reprises of ‘A Christmas Carol’,
and threadbare pantos. This all speaks
of the failure of our education system,
religious bodies and civic culture to nur-
ture critical, creative and imaginative
thinking that allows for the collective
seasonal desire for renewal, the expres-
sion of appreciation and goodwill to be
celebrated in ways that are wholesome,
constructive and elevating.
Christmas encapsulates our society’s
dominant values and cultural norms.
It enfranchises the herd instinct - the
desire, not to be thought an ‘odd-ball’,
or Scrooge. The desire to feel part of the
great social mass is achieved at the sac-
rifice of ‘knowing’ in Eric Fromm’s use of
the term, which is “to penetrate through
the surface, in order to arrive at the roots,
and hence the causes ... to ‘see’ reality in
its nakedness”. Compassion too must be
selectively suppressed to avert isolation
from what is considered normal.
While austerity has its place in politi-
cal circles, frugality is certainly not cool.
At 1965 per head, according to PWC,
Ireland spends twice what even the US
throws at Christmas morning. To little
advantage.
George Monbiot has written: “Bake
them a cake, write them a poem, give
them a kiss, tell them a joke, but for
god’s sake stop trashing the planet to tell
someone you care. All it shows is that you
don’t”. It is up to progressive individuals
to break the mindless mould and cele-
brate yuletide consumer minimalism.
Life-affirming ideas can take root
in the collective mind. It is not just
Humbug. As Owen Jones wrote recently
in the Guardian, “if we can build a society
that encourages greed and sentiments
which justify inequality, then we can
also build a society nurturing solidar-
ity, compassion and equality”. Science
casts some credibility on this theory on
the premise that if the selfish gene had
prevailed during the course of our evolu-
tion humankind would be extinct.
It’s truly time to “see reality in its
nakedness”. Kavanagh’s poem finishes
with hope not from Christmas but from
its absence. Time to discard the knowl-
edge we never use, to cherish wonder.
The hope is in the poem’s final line that
“Christ comes with a January ower”. •
Impose some frugality
and share some
emotion.
By Laurence Speight
We have tested
and tasted too
much, lover/
Through a
chink too wide
there comes in
no wonder. But
here in the
Advent-
darkened
room /Where
the dry black
bread and the
sugarless tea /
Of penance
will charm
back the
luxury/ Of a
child’s soul,
we’ll return
to Doom /The
knowledge we
stole but could
not use
“