It’s here again. The insanity of Christmas. And as much as I enjoy Christmas day, the time from Thanksgiving to December 25th drives me nuts. How I would love to say this is my favorite time of year, but I agree with everyone who’s ever complained that Christmas is too commercial. It’s too commercial, it’s too hectic, it’s too full of pressure.
This year is worse because I procrastinated–a mistake, since I have to do it all this year: our shopping and Mom’s, our gift-wrapping and Mom’s, our Christmas cards and Mom’s. Christmas dinner is blessedly out of my hands. My daughter is hosting it at her house again this year (XXOOXX, Jen).
I have yet to decorate. Haven’t had time. After Thanksgiving in Beaumont and shopping on Black Friday (an experience I may never revisit, if God is truly good), my sweet Billy and I celebrated our anniversary in the usual way–hunting in the Hill Country. We came home Tuesday and have been processing our annual blessings since. MSB went back to work Thursday and I’ve been trying to get organized.
Not there yet. Wish me luck.
I don’t mean to complain, but it’s the same every year. During Halloween, Madison Avenue begins pressuring us to think about Christmas. All during November, we’re encouraged to neglect Thanksgiving and think about Christmas. By December, the heat’s cranked up under the pressure cooker: we have X amount of shopping days left until Christmas! Get Moving!
What would happen if everyone ignored the gift-giving frenzy and simply enjoyed each other’s company? Shared a good meal and some laughter? Perhaps even got into the spirit of Christmas by doing for those unable to do for themselves?
Every year, I think the same things, and every year I get caught up in the gift-giving frenzy. After all, it’s expected.
Oh, well. I do love seeing my grandkids’ eyes light up–in that short instant before they take whatever I’ve given them back and exchange it for something else. My youngest ones can’t do that, of course, but they’re of the age where the wrapping paper fascinates them more than the gifts.
Yikes! Can I sound any more Scrooge-ish than I have today? I do apologize. It’ll get better as things get done. My attitude will change and I’ll get more excited as December 25th approaches.
Meantime, if you want to giggle about a bit of irony, I’ll give you the opportunity: The only people who think about the Christ of Christmas are Christians and militant atheists. Maybe it’s because of the ridiculous hour of the morning, but I think this is hilarious. Atheists are waging war against Someone they don’t even believe exists. Talk about your shadow boxing!
I spent quite a bit of time resenting the atheists last year for changing “Merry Christmas” into “Happy Holidays.” I still hate it, but this year I have two thoughts. (1) December 25th probably isn’t Jesus’s actual birthday, so I’m trying not to be offended by the idiots–sorry–atheists out there who are trying to ruin the day for us. And (2) for those of us who celebrate December 25th as His birthday, whatever outsiders have to say is irrelevant.
So, here’s a big, slobbering thffffft! to all those advertisers who commercialize Christmas, and double thfffft! to those who demean us for celebrating our Lord’s birthday and strive to strip us of our holiday.
And if it were possible, I’d thfffft! myself for being such a Scrooge.
Bear with me–I promise my attitude will change.