It’s Christmas and I’m feeling grumpy. Yes, ok, that’s my probably my default mood; but I’m worse than usual. You see I’m fed up of the entire anti-PC brigade complaining about how Christmas is being banned up and down the country. Over the past few years one spluttered story after the other has appeared in our popular press demanding that Christmas be put back into … well, Christmas I suppose.

Now unless organisations like Tear Fund have been surreptitiously selling their Christmas cards under the counter in case anyone sees the religious scenes depicted on them, it seems to me that this festive season is as Christian as any other. We leafleted the village to advertise our carol service the other day – and guess what, no one arrested us! I know – how lucky blessed were we to get away with that one!!! One house had at least a dozen Santas hanging from the chimneys – such audacity, openly celebrating Christmas like that!

A lot of these stories we read in the red tops are utter tosh. Check out these links to see how bad it gets at times, but it still doesn’t seem to stop some from taking the bait and then making an almighty fuss.

But what really gets my goat is the fact that for most of my life (I’m 44 – and on days like this I feel every single year) these self-same campaigners have been complaining how Christmas in the West has lost its true meaning; how the whole thing has become too commercialised; how it seems the shops put festive stuff for sale earlier and earlier. Christmas isn’t the same any more! But now the powers that be are supposedly trying to ban this over-hyped, over-commercialised Christmas, these people are still not happy!

Give. Me. Strength!

The billboard above is American.