What Christmas Means to Me. Again

It's Christmas Eve, and once again I have to explain to my friends, that although I'm an atheist. And believe that our beautiful planet is our heaven and our hell.

And although I hate the shopping and the greed.

And although I know that it can be a lonely time for many, including all those gay people who have been rejected by their families.

I do love this time of the year. The lights, the colours, the snow, the food.

And all those sweet little stories that moved me when I was a child.

Like the one whose happy ending made me cry when I was nine-years-old, and was spending Christmas in hospital recovering from meningitis.

The story of the poor little old donkey and his friend, who was ordered by his father to sell him. But the only one who wanted him was a tanner... for his hide.

Until the kind stranger arrived...


Because even back then I loved animals,and I wanted the humble to inherit the earth.

And now that I know that there are so many of them.

Even in Canada...















I believe that more than ever.

And I won't support any government that doesn't put them FIRST.

And then there's the music...and the songs like this one that I used to sing...when I was a budding juvenile delinquent dressed up as an angel.

In a choir like this one...


The words still don't mean anything to me eh? But isn't the sound of gentle humanity GLORIOUS ?

Imagine what kind of beautiful world we could build if there really was peace and justice on Earth?

From me and Sébastien, my beloved companion who illuminates my life like those Christmas lights do.

And picks me up when I sometimes despair that we'll never be able to build that kinder, gentler world...or even save the planet.

And of course, from our little old donkey reindeer...



Merry Christmas, Joyeux Noël, Happy Holidays, Happy Festivus everyone !!!