Greg was probably most famous for his Christmas song, I Believe in Father Christmas. It’s one of the songs that gets reeled out every December as part of the Christmas play list.
Actually, as Christmas songs go, it’s not at all bad. There’s a bitter-sweet quality to it and a quiet note of protest at the rank commercialism of the modern Christmas experience. The final words are “Hallelujah, Noel, be it heaven or hell, the Christmas we get we deserve.”
“What we deserve” these past few years appears to be a dose of slick sickliness, in the form of the seasonal adverts from the transnational corporations.
Take that Coca Cola advert, for example. It has every Christmas cliché in succession: a snow-lit scene, a heavenly choir, sleigh bells ringing, and a little boy generously distributing bottles of Coke to a variety of hard working people, including, at the end, to Santa Claus himself.
Yeuch! God save us from a Coca-Cola Christmas. God save us from Santa Claus. We all know he’s really called Father Christmas, that he’s skinny, not fat, and that he doesn’t always wear red.
Christmas is actually a very ancient festival indeed. It pre-dates both Coca-Cola and Christianity by several thousand years. It is attached to the solstice, the shortest day, when the light is at its weakest, and the world is at its most inhospitable.
The Christian idea of a new born child who is the light of the world is entirely in keeping with the spirit of the ancient festival. The idea of fizzy drinks is not.
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From The Whitstable Gazette, 22/12/2016