It seems Christmas is still a political football in the States.
The left are trying to destroy Christmas, scream the right.
On the other hand, as Bruce Wilson discusses at the Huffington Post, it was the right that started it all.
In particular the dear old Scottish Protestants.
Fair enough, blame us. In actual fact I’ve always felt the real reason that Christmas took so long to regain a foothold in Scottish life was not a John Knox sized hangover but that New Year appeals more to our national psyche.
Not for the practical reasons of being less expensive. More because maudlin, drink fuelled, barely concealed rage we can do. Goodwill to all men, not so much.
And, as much as Hogmanay offers a chance to look forward, it’s also a perfect excuse to look back with regret. Wha’s like us?
Still, each to their own, I’m reminded of the (tall?) tale of a Japanese department store that fancied a bit of that Western festive shopping frenzy. Something got lost in translation. The centre piece of their festive display: Santa. Being crucified.
The irony now is that we have a son of a Scottish manse, a man who for many is the very essence of Scottish Protestantism, sitting in Downing Street praying night and day that the whole country goes out and blows every penny on the Christmas to end all Christmases.

