Ok, sorry if I was being oversensitive, and of course I wouldn't want to dowse poor Rudolph's nose. I even sweep the chimneys on Christmas Eve morning.
The irony is that I do inhabit a Christmas of It's A Wonderful Life, A Christmas Carol, homemade mince pies, hand made presents that mean something, lights and candles that actually shine in the dark, hymns and carols against the stillness and peace.
The world as I see it today doesn't.
Instead we have parking lots heaving with irritable shoppers and fraught mothers grasping for the last and latest craze for little Nigel before the Jones's next door get it. I see mountains of cheap food bought and then thrown out, I see garish lights blazing and drowning the night sky (how can you appreciate beauty without context?), I see tacky chat shows and "comedians" with an endless stream of apparently funny smut on TV, I see presents exchanged, a token kiss and then into the trash, mince pies that are plastic, music that is a cacophony of heavy metal jingle bells, office parties in pubs at $200 a head with a free pass to infidelity ...
this is Christmas?
I think the point here Balladeer is that we often mould the evidence of our eyes to fit the desires of our minds. Of course it's possible to pick out a park bench in a beautiful park and sit on it away from reality and watch the fairy lights illuminate the face of a passing child, and if more people did it, perhaps we wouldn't be where we are. But, then it's also quite possible, to use the Star Wars analogy, to smile in wonder at the beauty of the twinkling lights from the power cells on the approaching Death Star.