Thursday, December 8, 2011

Fa la la la la.......

Aaah the holiday season is upon us! Gosh, is it September already? Just kidding… 

The hoopla just seems to start a tad earlier each year and no matter the griping and grumbling we’ve all become accustomed to the early fall countdown. At this rate, Christmas in July may actually be realized as soon as 2020. Hindsight not included!  

This seasonal juggernaut is so momentous that it allows for overshadowing the “less” meaningful holidays. You can find your Halloween treats to left and your candy canes to the right. Certainly adds a touch of pizazz to the confectionery isle.

The clock really starts ticking as we slide into the official “kick off” traditionally marked by Thanksgiving. Oh you betcha and thankful we are. No worries about falling behind on your shopping courtesy of the barrage of “Black Friday” advertisements. Even if on the brink there’s always “Cyber Monday”.  That’s new age for just in case you slackers missed out on Black Friday!

Growing up it was far less sophisticated, not to mention there were no Santa variations e.g. Chippendale Santa sporting suspenders in lieu of a jacket just to show off his six pack. I suspect the Atkins diet is to blame.

Nope, nowadays the holiday season is a well oiled machine with pre-sales, during sales, don’t buy into those sales sales that tend to induce a mob mentality leaving us so frazzled that our only reprieve is through holiday partying. Nothing like a few eggnogs to take the edge off. 

Adding to the merriment is the beloved holiday traffic. “It’s the most Mario Cart time of the year!” Go ahead and sing along…it works right in. Frankly, I’m going a little Ebenezer on this one and assert that using your ATM in UNDER a minute should be the litmus test for a driver’s license. If not, the machine should suck that card into an unknown vortex while remitting a resounding buzzer and flashing “EPIC FAIL” across the screen. Mmmm hmmm, just a dream; meanwhile there’s a woman in a Prius attempting a five point turn into a head in parking space.  Joy to the world J

Yet even with all the chaos, this is still one of my favorite times of the year.  I adore the decorations, the music and the overall whimsical feel to it all. Rest assured it still exists if you look close enough to see past the material cloak.

As a child, something as simple as watching animated shows like “A Charlie Brown Christmas” or “Frosty the Snowman” rendered great enjoyment.  Even to this very day, I still love them because they’re reminiscent of a magical time that offered a temporary pass into the realm of make believe.

The past couple of years have dramatically affected my approach to the holidays and not necessarily by choice. Gone are the days of rushing around to acquire as many “thoughtful” gifts as I could muster. I concede that I really miss giving to that extent because it was often more gratifying than receiving though I can’t say I miss the mall.

Without the conventional practices it’s been challenging to find a joyful purpose during this season.  Now that I have a niece and nephew, I’m a little torn because when you hear “Christmas is for children”, it really resonates with me. There’s a part of you that wants to give them anything and everything just to see their beautiful little faces light up with happiness. However, I think my niece would enjoy ripping apart bows or jumping around in the discarded wrapping paper just as much if not more than the new toy that we just bought her.

Nevertheless, I suppose the entire point of this year end finale is to acknowledge what we truly value in our lives, regardless of what that may be.  It could be any number of things, a wonderful career, lovely home, beautiful friends or a family to share this time with. Now now…albeit family can be some of the most annoying people in our lives, we still wind up sharing our biggest moments with them.

So while I mine my way through this year’s festivities, I can still appreciate the holiday tchotchkes and trimmings while listening to Christmas music and enjoying an occasional hot chocolate. I’ll consider this time a closure process for another year of miracles and disappointments that paves the way to the next phase of life; being that I'm fortunate enough to have that option.

The realization that I couldn’t embrace this season because it signifies celebration and felt there was so little to celebrate for only reinforced how far I’d drifted from what is genuinely meaningful. Unable to partake in the so-called reindeer games left me feeling displaced, not ungrateful yet unworthy of holiday cheer. It’s no surprise that this time of the year can prove to be the most delightful to some and the most depressing to others.  

Not pioneering insight by any means because to some extent we all know that tangible gift giving isn’t what it’s all about; or do we?

I’ve decided to take on this season with a “What would you do if you only had three weeks left in the year” attitude. Yes, I realize I’m stating the obvious.

Nevertheless, I will create my wish list (yeah, I’m making one) by giving much thought to the things I believe would truly bring happiness. Offhand it won’t be anything you could possibly find in a store or gift wrap. Those things can be quite nice but I prefer not to squander my wishes this time around.

Of course if some Christmas elves want to pop by with a few gift cards, I’m certainly not opposed. J My wish for you is to make the coming weeks some of the most memorable in your own unique way. Happy Holidays!

1 comment:

  1. "Going Ebenezer" is my middle name. Every year I scoff at the false "historicity" of Xmas, and the blatant "material cloak" (nice phrase, X) that we willingly pull over our eyes. So I didn't expect what happened 2 weeks ago.

    I went to church and a sermon was given about thankfulness. The children were invited down front where they were each given a crisp $1 bill. They were told they could keep it or give it to someone needy. The kids acted like they were on a sugar-rush and they had to be calmed down. Later, with a big smile, Kenta told me he was going to buy candy with his fortune. Then Hope, a 9 year-old girl, came up to me and asked as she held forth her dollar bill, "Uncle Kenny, are you 'needy'?" Stunned, I almost cried as I told her to keep it for herself or find another little girl who would like it. I found her father and told him what a rare and beautiful child he has. This is what it's all about, eh? ..or was that the Hokey Pokey?

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