There’s nothing quite like a bunch of arrogant learners at an F.E. college, an unreliable public transport system and a pressing Masters degree deadline to throw the scent of Christmas spirit far from this Grinch. Incidentally, “Learners”, as I’ve come to… um, learn, is the new more acceptable way of refering to students in my place of work. Obviously there wasn’t one more perfectly servicable and suitable noun that didn’t need changing. But I digress!
As you may now be aware, the streets of your town or city are adorned with glistening electric lights (presuming you don’t live somewhere really remote). Santa Claus is coming to town and the little Baby Jesus is rocking crib scenes across the country. But aside from the usual Christmas fantasy celebrities, what of the real life living ones? What of the creative folk?
Christmas songs tend to be recycled these days; it’s very rare a new band will attempt something as potentially career destroying as a credibility free carol. Still, a tasteful rendition can be heard by way of the Michael Buble’s and their ilk. What I’d really like, however, is a return to the estatic Christmas Glam stomper (I’m thinking Slade and Wizzard, but not really wanting them, if that makes some sort of sense). Glam Rock was sort of Christmas fun all the year round wasn’t it, at least in a dressing up sense, but I can’t see our current crop of pop stars going for it, to be honest.
The cinema has a similar problem. Nativity 2: Danger in the Mager is hardly going to give Elf or Bad Santa a run for their money (to name but two modern Christmas classics), but I’ve only seen the trailers so I should refrain from judgement I suppose.
Perhaps Christmas is a time when looking back isn’t such a bad thing, and trying something new can actually come across as a bit desperate and crass. So I say, put the kettle on, make a cup of tea and watch an old film (I saw the original Miracle on 34th Street last week and it’s brilliant, and It’s a wonderful Life is due another viewing i think), and read an old book (there will be nothing more heart warming and catalystic than Dicken’s A Christmas Carol at this time of year, I promise you). Tradition is where it’s at, especially in these harsh black economy times.
There! I’ve cheered myself up already. Low moods are far too new fangled for this time of year anyway. Here, have a satsuma in a stocking and think yourself lucky!