Sunday, December 4, 2016

Reflections on Christmas




It’s November 1st and the start of the holiday season.  I spent most of the afternoon today watching Hallmark movies and the Hallmark Christmas Movie kick-off.  It isn’t that the Hallmark movies are artistic masterpieces of film, but what they are represent the comfort of home and tradition that doesn’t seem to exist anymore. 

I’m not sure it ever really did exist.  Where do you find towns where the townsfolk get together to celebrate the lighting of the Town Center tree and light candles and sing carols together?  Did the traditions ever exist?  Do they now?  There are tourist areas such as Oakdale, CA, where they hold traditional Thanksgiving and Christmas feasts. Where the servers dress in vintage clothing and speak in old fashioned language.  You have to reserve 6 months in advance and be prepared to pay a bundle.  But, you get to experience what once was or was supposed to be.  I think perhaps it was invented in the movies.

These feelings tug at the heart and its these “tugs” that make people be nicer to each other and make us want to buy presents for those we love and bake things we never should eat just because it’s the tradition.  But - what tradition is that? 

I grew up in the 40’s and 50’s during the “Happy Days” era that was supposed to be so perfect before the Beatles and the hippie movement and Rock ‘n Roll supposedly ruined the world.  I was too old to be a real Beatle lover but I was definitely in love with Elvis in the late 50’s.  My grandmother said he was evil and I would go to hell for watching him twist his hips like that on TV.

Anyway, during the 40’s and 50’s, my family did have traditions which included mom, daddy, grandma, Uncle Jack and Aunt Osa, cousins John and Jim which were 2 and 3 years younger than me. My parents and the aunt and uncle took turns meeting at our house or their house each year for Christmas Eve and the other house on Christmas Day.  We three kids played Monopoly and ate way too much candy and cookies.  A couple of times we sang Christmas Carols because we kids insisted but my uncle was a grouchy guy at times and wouldn’t go along so that did not become a tradition.

A tradition at my house with my mom started a month before Christmas.  We would go to the grocery store and buy several pounds of fresh nuts, and all the other baking stuff needed to make her famous cookies.  Each night we would each shell the fresh nuts and wrap them up in wax paper to keep them fresh.  Then, about two weeks before Christmas we started baking.  It was an enormous undertaking.  Special cakes and cookies and fudge, pralines, divinity, more than I can even remember. I tried to continue that tradition when I had my own home but it was never quite the same.

I loved Christmas even more as I got older.  Junior High and the Sophomore year at High School were the best.  I would use my allowance to buy gifts for my school friends and then Christmas Eve, before it got dark, my mom would drive me to each of their houses and I would drop off their gift.  I loved doing that.

When I was 14 and through my 17th year, two weeks before Christmas, my mom would drive my very best friend and I to work with her where we would wait excitedly until 9:00AM and then walk across the street to the Broadway shopping center in Panorama City which was the very best place in the San Fernando Valley at the time.  We were all dressed up with our hats and gloves and we shopped all day.  We tried on clothes, hats, gloves, shoes, “ooo’d and awww’d” over jewelry, and bought gifts for family.  We always went to lunch in the Broadway’s tea room.  So elegant, at least that’s the way it seemed.  We ordered their huge special Club Sandwich split on two plates and each had an Orange Freeze.  I will never forget that.  It was a wonderful time in my life.

When I got married I was only 18, and was so excited about having our first Christmas as a married couple in our own apartment.  Unfortunately, fate didn’t have any of the “warm and fuzzys” planned for us.  Two years later, I was divorced, with a baby, and moved back home with my parents until I was able to get a job and find a place for me and my son.

That was a very long time ago.  My son is now old enough for discounts at restaurants, but the Christmases during the years in-between created traditions of their own.  I remarried when my son was 12 and I acquired a wonderful husband and 3 great step-children that were very young.  I’ve always considered them my children, nothing “step” about it.  The four of them grew up together, have families of their own and I’m happily a grandmother 7 times over and a great-grandmother of 2.  My husband and I are still happy, healthy and we are very blessed.

But, back to Christmas and why it’s such a unique time.  Christmas was originally intended as a way to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ so it was a religious day of remembrance.  Over the years, this is still the reason for Christmas and millions of people around the world still celebrate this day as the birthday of Jesus. 

Christmas has also become a secular celebration of a time of year to do good and help others and love instead of hate.  To enjoy family and show each other how much we care by buying presents for those we love, and close friends, and people we work with, and an extra gift or two in case we forget someone, and on and on and on.

For many, it’s a great time to shop and an excuse to spend more than we normally would.  The World of Commerce sees it as the Cash Cow of the year and continually try to outdo each other with the best deals and earliest and latest shopping hours.

For some, it’s a time of gathering family together who’ve been apart during the year.  For others, it’s a sad time if a loved one is lost.

The political correctness of our Country has evolved to the point where wishing someone “Merry Christmas” is considered insensitive so “Happy Holidays” is the acceptable version so as not to offend anyone who does not have the same beliefs.  But, those who understand why we celebrate Christmas or those who just thoroughly love the joy of it still wish others “Merry Christmas”.  There’s nothing wrong with Happy Holidays, it just seems to be a one-sided view leaving everyone else out.  Truth be known, Holiday actually means  Holy Day.

Personally, I believe the reason this time of year means so much and tugs on our hearts is because the Bible makes it very clear that we were created with Hope in our hearts.  The Hope of Eternity with God.  God gave us His Son as a sacrifice as a gift to those who will accept it; and because He loves us and understands us, He gave us a day, Christmas, to enliven that hope that’s within us so we remember where the hope comes from and what it is the hope of.

The secular version of Christmas is wonderful.  It’s happy and colorful and joyous; and I love it.  But, I also know why we celebrate and that the joy comes from more than Christmas trees, colorful lights and gifts.  We’ve already been given the supreme gift; all we have to do is accept it.

            "Joy to the World. Peace, and Goodwill Unto Men"