Christmas is a very different experience at this point in my life. In so very many ways.
For the sake of a concise opening, I will state up front that I very much dislike holidays. And I am not entirely sure why. I do know that I haven’t for quite some time.
It is Christmas, of course, given the timing of this post, that I dislike the most. I think I always have. To establish context, I’ve disliked it for many years. The reasons have changed as I’ve evolved as a man, husband, father, and now aging cynic. At the base of it, I reject the fundamental reason for the Holiday. I have never, despite fleeting moments of attempted conformity, totally believed in the Christ story. I think it is a nice idea. Part of me wants desperately to believe in it. Yet, it largely eludes me. I remain a deeply spiritual yet skeptical man.
Lack of belief aside, I played along. As I said, it’s a very nice idea, and it gives a lot of people comfort. So I played along with my family as a child and young man. I went to Church with them, I partook in the pageants, and I even went Caroling. The pageantry appealed to me to a degree. At my core, I know I enjoyed it when people were nice to each other. It was pleasant for a few weeks each year. That, of course, would fade. I learned at a very young age that Christmas, and the accompanying benevolence, was largely bullshit. A very select few celebrated the actual reason for the season, everyone else practiced rampant consumerism and excess. The charity ended when the trees hit the sidewald on January 2nd.
The consumerism in my house was noteworthy. My parents, who practiced relative financial responsibility most of the year, went full consumer on Christmas. For my dad, showing my Mother how much he loved her was a challenge. He did this by bestowing an obscene amount of gifts on her. Which of course, she would try to reciprocate, and it evolved into a big contest. I was well taken care of as well. But I wasn’t very materialistic, and my experience was watching the obscene gift exchange play out before me. I can’t find a word to describe how it made me feel, but ‘uncomfortable’ and ‘misguided’ come to mind.
When I had my own family, I began to enjoy Christmas a little. The Christmas Eve party was something to look forward to. The enticing aromas of appetizers and the exotic and abundant cocktails were delightful. Sharing all that with family and friends made it even more special. Even when I knew we had an all-nighter ahead, putting together the big toys was necessary. This was after the nearly impossible task of getting excited little ones to sleep. I hated it then, but what I wouldn’t give now to be awoken at 4:30 AM (or earlier) by excited tykes checking out the bounties of Santa Claus. We would sometimes succeed in getting them back to bed. However, it was more likely that I would make my coffee. I would then watch as three months of planning went into action. Shopping and wrapping quickly transitioned into torn paper and opened gifts before our tired eyes. It was frustrating then, but the joy on their faces remains one of my favorite memories as a father. The gifts were an easy and fun way to express our love. The joy on their faces justified all the work and stress. A labor of love with a tremendous yield indeed.
I miss those days, brief and fleeting as they were, so very much.
As the kids grew older, Christmas lost its luster. Not only to the parents. The kids no longer believed in the myth of a bearded Man with Reindeer-powered sleighs. They learned that it’s just the parents doing the best they can. And we did. Christmas was always a day that we tried to make a special family day, to mixed results. But my wife and I tried our best. Even as we went our different ways after financial hardship fell upon us. We made the most of it.
Now, we are at a special time for Christmas. The kids are all grown and have their own places. My role, and my ex’s, has evolved from caretaker to guest. Our children now invite us to their homes and wait on us. I want to clarify something. It is now their pleasure to tend to us. It is not their obligation or duty. It is such a nice transition. Additionally, there is a baby in our Christmas celebration once again, with one on the way. This year, Christmas Eve felt special once again. My little granddaughter just stole the show. Reminding me that the joy of the Holiday lies in the joy of the Children.
The hardest transition, for my ex not me, is letting the kids have Christmas day to themselves. I think my ex struggles with this one. I think she, much like me, carries a lot of guilt and resentment of how things were for our family. Consequently, she (in my opinion) tries a bit too hard. But she has accepted that they have their own lives now, with in-laws of their own to visit with. As for me, I enjoy having Christmas day to myself.
This Christmas Eve, as I said, was very pleasurable. The food was amazing, the company better, and the memories forever. Our family is thriving in so many ways. The only problem is that I wasn’t feeling well. I have been fighting a losing battle with a cold and I couldn’t wait to go home and rest. When I was invited to my youngest Son’s house the next day, I made it a game-day decision to attend.
Regrettably, I did not attend. As expected, I felt miserable yesterday and stayed home. I know I missed a good time, and I wish I had been able to go. Had I gone, I wouldn’t have been given the time and environment to stew on how much, save for the family time, I dislike the Christmas holiday. I spent the entire day alone. I never showered, dressed, or left the house. I wallowed in how the Holiday is still lost on me.
I don’t feel the religious “tug” of the day.
I think most of the sentiment is horseshit and will end as soon as the page of the calendar turns.
I resent the gross consumerism and excess of the season.
Most, not all, of the charitable attitudes will disappear with the holiday.
I have no one to be joyful with.
There it is. Nothing exacerbates my dislike of the holidays more than my absence of a special someone in my life. It permeates my life during all seasons, but it is so very conspicuous during the Holidays. So many people around me are downright giddy about sharing wonderful moments with their loved ones. While I am happy for them, it depresses me terribly. I struggle with wanting a special someone in my life year-round. This time of year the weight is almost unbearable.
The Tao of Bill 