As Christmas fast approaches I wanted to get to the true meaning of Christmas. What is it that makes this such a special day?
We are often told, shamed even, in to sparing a thought for the person behind all this festive fun.
I'm talking about Jesus.
Jesus H. Christ.
For Christ the redeemer, who enjoys long walks on the lake, turning water in to moonshine, and riding a bicyle, has long been forgotten by people the world over.
Lovingly nailed to a cross for being a bit mad and professing himself to be the son of God, the original David Icke invented Christmas to be a time of joy and happiness. A moment for families to come together and praise God, thanking him for being omnipresent and omnipotent.
But things have changed over the years, the goalposts have been moved. God and Jesus are no longer top of the Christmas wish list. And of course, true to form, humans have become selfish and lazy.
This is what I truly feel Christmas means for so many of us.
The true 'spirit of Christmas', if you will. Read on.