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Cuarenta: We need a little Xmas?
Why, hello, reader. I’ve only been back to blogging for a week or so and already I am slacking…
Today is fact number forty. I went against my anti-Christmas policy and put the damned tree up. While watching Christmas cartoons, even. So, today’s fact:
I’ve lost my love for Christmas. And I’m not sure I want to regain it.
Let’s face it. Christmas? It’s totally awesome when you’re a kid and you believe in Santa and Rudolph and you get to open all these gifts under the tree on Christmas morning. Even after you realize that adults perpetuate this lie about a man in a red suit breaking into your home every year, you still like Christmas, because it still means presents. It probably means family gatherings, too. That parts good.
Then you get older. Maybe there aren’t kids in your family anymore. Your grandparents are dead. Your dad lost his job. Your brothers or sisters aren’t in the best positions of their lives. Work sucks the holiday spirit right out of your life and you feel more akin to the Grinch, pre-Who-ization, or Scrooge, pre-ghostly visits. Holiday music makes you want to punch babies in their faces. You watch Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and feel bitterly towards those who picked on the poor guy, not least of all Santa, who only realized he was worthy of being treated decently when he was useful to him. You look forward to New Year’s because all of the bullshit will be over and people will stop being so hypocritical and materialistic.
It’s hard to love Christmas when things aren’t going so well for those around you. And still, I had the sudden urge to put up the tree and watch the cartoons. I guess there’s a silly little girl inside of me, still looking for that Christmas spirit.
There is one gem in the dreck. Office Holiday cards. Michael Scott talking about gifts and Christmas being the best day of all time. It was. Once, it was.
Please note: This discussion of Christmas is purely from the secular view and has nothing to do with Christ. Please don’t comment on the “reason for the season”, as I have thoughts on that topic that could show up on a later blog entry. Thanks.
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I went through a couple of years of feeling the same way, then I finally (semi-)convinced the family to just enjoy being together at Christmas and not worry about all the present crap. Let’s face it: parents are difficult to shop for, and they suck at shopping for us. Plus I’ve learned to appreciate the corniness of the season and love having an excuse to eat a bunch of junk food and drink lotsa cocktails (like anything ever stops me from doing the latter). However, I’m with you on feeling the urge to maim someone every time I hear that damn “Christmas Shoes” song.