2000 years ago in a desert land very far away a woman is impregnated by god (who is an omnipotent non corporeal presence, an old cloud dwelling beardy guy and his own offspring at the same time), goes on a donkey ride with her remarkably naive husband, has to give birth in a squalid animal stable, is presented with gifts of great wealth by scholars, animal husbanders and hereditary rulers who were led there to the exact location and time by an astronomical phenomenon many 100s of 1000s of miles above their heads. Overseen by some supernatural aaryan looking avian human hybrids with long trumpets.
Justifying us all to get a week off work and wait for a fat crimson german guy to squeeze down our chimneys, wear comedy jumpers to parties full of people we hate, blow 1000s of quid on crap we dont need, decorate our homes in pagan paraphanallia and watch James Bond on TV.
Xmas is a writhing, oiled up, strobe lit, orgy of religions, cultures and capitalism
If Jesus has 2 mommies I cant see it making much difference to anyone
not that I believe the annual bollox about jews, muslims, gays, genderfluid yoghurt knitters killing xmas that Britain First spread on facebook
– If it really bothers you Id suggest you need to go for a bike ride or scoff a mince pie