Sometimes I think I’m the only girl out there who isn’t obsessed with Christmas. I have one decoration up(a wreath our realtor drops off every year) and I have yet to blast any christmas music or watch any of the classic Christmas movies. It’s not because I’m the grinch, it’s not because I hate Christmas. I’ve just been busy keeping a toddler, a husband and farm animals alive, so watching Home Alone 2 Lost In New York is not high on the priority list. The first was way better, anyway. Plus, we’ve always traveled for the Holiday, so to me it seemed like a lot of effort and money to make our house something the neighbors would envy. We also don’t really have neighbors, so there’s that.
I had really great Christmases growing up. My brothers and I used to make a giant fort to sleep in on Christmas eve, my parents went overboard on presents, and I had to stare longingly into my first cousins eyes as I played Mary and he played Joseph in the church play because that’s what happens when you go to a small church. I’m thankful for the memories my parents made for us. It truly did feel like the most wonderful time of the year back then.
And maybe it’s because I am older and wiser(I hope) but as a drove home the other day and the radio was blaring at me to, “Be of good cheer,” and to “Fa-la-la-la-la,” whatever that even means, I couldn’t help but think of the many close to me who are going through really rough times right now. From divorce and addiction, betrayal, depression, infertility and cancer. For so many people, it doesn’t feel like, “the most wonderful time of the year.”
We’re told to have the, “Christmas Spirit.” What exactly is that? Honestly, it sometimes looks a lot like a stressed out mom in a department store buying things for relatives out of obligation, a husband on Christmas Eve trying to remember what his wife said she wanted, and family fights over what time Christmas dinner will be served. It’s a child throwing a fit over not getting what they asked for, or bribing your child(ren) to smile for the Christmas card, because darn it, we’re one big happy family after all! It’s getting into an argument with your spouse over said Christmas card(speaking from experience here, guys.)
And we’re told, “Jesus is the reason for the Season,” and although I don’t actually believe Jesus was born on December 25th, that’s when most of us celebrate his birthday. And here we are, having been given the ultimate gift and yet what most of America really wants is the new iphone. I’m guilty too, you guys. I’m a mom and I’m tired of seeing “Not enough storage,” when I’m trying to take one million videos of my kid doing a mediocre job at something.
I’m not saying gift giving is bad. Gift gift giving is good. Going on Amazon and sending someone less fortunate a gift off their wishlist or filling a shoebox for Operation Christmas Child is even better. Lights can look pretty, Evergreen trees smell nice. Mall Santa still creeps me out and I think he has more germs on him than the pen you sign your name with at the grocery store.
So you can deck your halls and be jolly and fa la la la la all you want. You can jingle those bells and ride in a one horse open sleigh. You can go a caroling, but please not at my house, my dogs would bark and wake up the toddler and then I would have to kill you.
I’m kidding. Not about the caroling part though, don’t do it. Don’t make it weird.
I think the true, “Christmas Spirit,” is removing all the presents and christmas decorations, or having to go through the Holiday in difficult circumstances and still having joy, knowing the, “Good new of great Joy that will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.”