Wildeblood wrote: My concern was, and is, the way people shamelessly appropriate Christmas for their own purposes.
Not just people of course - St Nicholas traditionally wore green until Coco-Cola decided he should be dressed in their corporate colours one year, and the theme stuck.
BTW we never get snow here in the UK at Christmas (well some bits do occasionally) but snow-themed Christmas cards abound. Do Aussie cards do this as well? I'll bet they do even though it's mid-summer there.
Snow, reindeer, and the red-suited false-god of consumerism. I've wondered before about the red suit, but that it had a commercial origin never occurred to me. The trend in cards now seems to be toward generic shininess and abstract imagery, of the de-Christianized "happy holidays" genre. But mostly it's still reindeers.
Unless you're a philatelist or rabid Aussie nationalist you won't know this, but the APO, as it was then, was the first post office to issue special stamps for Christmas, in 1957. For decades they had a policy of depicting a nativity scene on even numbered years and Father Christmas on odd-numbered years, so anyone with strong feelings either way could buy enough stamps for next year too. A few years ago they abandoned this obviously reasonable policy, because even the possibility of accidentally catching sight of baby Jesus every second year was too traumatizing for Dawkinsists, who are very delicate snowflakes. Anyway, this is "Surfing Santa" from 1977.
It's a "famous" image within this context.
The Australian embassy in Washington has put up lights depicting six white boomers towing Surfing Santa. Last week some kid with book-lernin from wikipedia decides to appropriate Christmas for the noble goal of being a dickhead, and tweets a picture of the embassy, complaining it was poor form to depict Rolf Harris in Christmas lights. I immediately recognized it as Surfing Santa, on account of how the figure was standing on a surfbard, not a sleigh, and was wearing board shorts and no jacket, not red or any other colour. I helpfully informed the tweep, "That's not Rolf Harris, it's Surfing Santa."
Now you know one thing generation-NFI won't tolerate is being corrected, even in circumstances where even a momentary application of reason would tell them they must be wrong. So an exchange of flaming tweets ensued, and I learned there ain't no such thing as "Santa Surfing" (sic), because google said so, so there. Plainly my memory is affected by dementia and I just imagined him.
Meanwhile, the leader of the opposition has capped off his Year of Big Ideas (tm) by declaring kids today are so much more mature than previous generations were at that age that the voting age should be lowered to sixteen. Stuff that. If I were running the revolution, we'd make the voting age 35 or 40.