…. or Christmas consumerism, whichever gouges at you most politically correct.
Every November/December I perplex myself with the ‘why’s’ and ‘how’s’ of the over-indulgent, drippingly frothy, wretched way the Christians put on a birthday party . It’s not that I’m query-free for the rest of the year, but as the stench and roar of the consumer engines revving in the foreground jams my senses this time of year, I’m jolted in a more poignant way than, say, mid-July whilst riding my bike along the North Shore of paradise.
Aside from any historical data or theories that might challenge our assumptions in celebrating the birth of Jesus in December, we do know that Ancient Romans held ‘end of year’ celebrations to honour Saturn the harvest god and Mithras their god of Light – other Europeans did the same as the end of all harvest season. And part of the celebrations included special foods, home decorations, singing, dancing and gift giving.
Well let’s just assume that we innately carry this cultural premise with us in our current understanding of why we may celebrate this time of year. Let’s GIVE ourselves the benefit of the doubt that we are not stupid nor victims of mind control.
So we buy gifts. Not just one gift for each person we love, but several. (In fact, one might think that we’ve been told that if we don’t, the economy might collapse. But wait… IT DID! …[and all the money didn't go to keep more elves working in Santa's workshop but to the deep pockets of infinite-dipping executives] .
Several gifts x 6 (modest list) = debt. A likely formula for the rest of us (non-infinite-dipping executives). But we (to clarify ‘we’ as a participating group, not necessarily ‘you and I’) do it anyway. Interesting, keeping in mind that we are GIVING ourselves the benefit of the doubt that we are not stupid nor victims of mind control. There has to be something else behind our decision to do this year after year.
Guilt for not spending enough time with our families throughout the year… maybe
Peer pressure for those struggling with individuality…perhaps
Because God wants you to give ’til it hurts…no doubt
It’s just fun… who doesn’t like surprises
We also buy food and decorations. It costs a bit more to throw a good turkey scoff, but the task usually falls on the lap of one lucky volunteer per family, so the extra costs tend to revolve, in accordance to healthy family practises. The decorations are what they are. The make-up of Christmas. The glistening foundations of tinsel under the blush of red felt, highlighted with the mascara of stove pipes hats and lipstick of mistletoe. As tacky as a plastic Jesus stuck to a cradle with hot glue. And as simply as one can imagine making dinner and decorating, conversely it can be just as complicated and stressful.
Its alarming when you really think of it. A wee, saviour child was (apparently) born to a virgin in a stable and this is how we end up interpreting the event. (I am reminded of the Sunday shopping issue here on PEI and how those who were opposed to it often touted themselves as Christians, yet at the same time, were the same ones I ran into while out Christmas shopping.) Not to over-generalize, but the whole thing seems a bit hypocritical.
For those who are hanging on by a nostalgic thread of childhood Christianity and still going through the motions, maybe its time to let go and find new meaning to the Season. Or revert to Ancient Roman times or other versions of seasonal passover. The Christian story has no meaning to me, but I have chosen to continue the tradition of celebrating this season. I, did, after-all, buy a fake, made -in-China Christmas tree last year and I haven’t heard the end of it yet.
If I have any rules for myself during the ‘holiday gluttony’ season they are as follows:
1. learn how to make something
2. if you can’t make anything, buy locally made or previously-loved gifts.
3. if you have to ask for it, it is not a gift
4. be with your family, or the next best thing.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS ONE AND ALL!













