Rediscovering the real meaning of Christmas
Christmas is sometimes greeted with the same enthusiasm as the arrival of a difficult relative. A solicitous neighbour was well ahead of the game in asking me, in mid-November, if I were ready for Christmas. Her voice rang with compassion rather than delight, as if I were getting ready for the builders or impending surgery.
This is a time when the secular and the sacred rub shoulders.
The secular centrepiece is the office party, where a year of repressed lust is discharged among hapless colleagues.