I love this season.
I always have.
I look forward to putting up the tree and buying presents (many times I have been known to do this in September and October… the presents, not the tree).
I love the stories that come up each year. A Christmas Carol is in my opinion one of the few perfect works in literature (Right up there with Pride and Prejudice).
Even one of my first fiction creations was a screenplay of an original holiday story. I won’t go into details here about what the script was about but it did NOT include someone like Tim Allen as Santa or some wayward child discovering the meaning of the holiday. C’mon! I’m cooler than that!
I love the music… Well, the classics, let’s be honest a lot of it that is released each year is rubbish. I always put new Christmas music into three categories:
- The dying attempt of an artist trying to prove to a record company that they can still turn a profit.
- Those cashing in on a moment’s flitting popularity (Yes, GLEE cast I am looking at you!).
- Those that actually give a damn on doing something unique with the songs.
And did I mention my wedding anniversary is a few days before Christmas?
So, while I don’t have inflatable Christmas characters waving to people from my lawn, it can be said that they are there in my heart. Which brings me to the problem– I’m not a Christian.
I know, I know, I use the excuse too that Jesus was actually born in the Spring and his birth was moved to December for a popular Roman holiday. And a lot of the traditions around Christmas (trees, candles, etc.) are not Christian, and there is the importance of the winter solstice; but I can’t hide from the fact at its center it’s a religious holiday for many.
Every year I grapple with this issue, wondering if I am being a hypocrite or I am trying to recreate an energy or feeling I felt from back when I did believe in something as a child. And to an entirely new level, I have to think of my kids and what I am giving them around this holiday. Most of the focus in the household has been on Santa, but it doesn’t change the fact that someday one of them is going to ask about the religious aspect of it.
Yes, someday, in the future, while watching A Charlie Brown Christmas one of them is going to ask what Linus is talking about.
And I’m going to need an answer. I need to be that person we don’t see in the cartoon who stands up with hand raised and says:
Excuse me Linus, may I interrupt?… Lights please… There, thank you. Oh, hi Snoopy! I’m a big fan… Anyway, Linus, kids. There are many religions that celebrate around this time of the year. We can’t forget about them. Historically, this point in the year has always meant something for communities and families. Why can’t we all just focus on something we can all agree on? Not divide by saying this is our holiday and this is its meaning so there. This is my recommendation–What matters the most in this world, what makes things bearable in even the worst times, is friends and families. So let’s use this time to celebrate the people that mean something to us, give them a present and a hug, thank them for simply being them. That’s what I think the season should be all about Charlie Brown…. And by the way, Charlie… it is really a crappy tree. Come by my house later and I’ll show you how to do it right.
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