It’s that time of year again, where half the country goes mad for a celebration of something they barely beleive in. There’ll be lies told to our children and drunken antics at the company’s expense.

As a child, Christmas was a source of presents and an opportunity to light candles. On Christmas eve I would head into the city with mum and my brother and end up coming home after (or close to) dark. It was never a religous deal, I wasn’t brought up that way and would never develop an affinity for any Christian based faith.

As a young teen, it was something that always came along. I viewed it as a time where I could get some stuf I wanted without having to save for years or really try and convince mum and dad to get it for me.

Growing up, many of my friends didn’t celebrate it at all. Be it because of being Jewish, coming from another country or smiply not doing it. I began to see my own thoughts echoed here. It’s not part of my religion. It’s not something I care about the Christian heratage of. I’m not into the Christian Imagery, the songs or a concept of there being one time of year when you’re meant to be nice.

If you can’t be nice and generous all year then you should probably just walk off the edge of the world – you’re not helping it get any better. Go on, fuck off.

One word was interesting though. Yule. What did it mean? Where did it come from? Why is there a yule log, yuletidings being brought and it’s christmas? Well, it’s not christmas – and technically, it’s not yule either. It’s doubtful that the majority of people in Australia care, they’re happy to live in ignorant bliss. Ignorant in bliss of so many other things. Blissfully ignorant of so many other things.

With those ignorant around me, I say merry Litha. Look it up, learn something, capture something over the break – your mind. Get off your arse and think.