I think there must be something wrong with
me. I just don’t understand Christmas, I guess. I might be
getting presents and sending Christmas cards and decorating trees
and all that, but I’m still not happy. I don’t feel the way I’m
supposed to feel.
-A Charlie Brown Christmas
I love Christmas. I love the lights and the decorating and the gifts and I even love shopping. Wifey and I decorate our place inside but not out.
This year we have a big tree downstairs. I shun natural trees. Fire hazards that were doing a lovely job producing oxygen until someone took an axe to them.
The ornaments expand by one or two every year. Rarely shrink. The movies and holiday specials pile up as well.
Every year I think at the end of November that I will make a dent in the pile rewatching this year. Every year I start 10 days out from the big day and I’m lucky to get through A Christmas Carol and Charlie Brown, let alone the Bradys and the Flintstones.
And yet I have struggled to part with them. Perhaps simple nostalgia. Perhaps it is that dread of the years when Christmas was a lonely time for me.
I had a few bad years and those Christmas specials, books and decorations were like main-lining the Christmas spirit. Ramping up for the most wonderful time.
Christmas isn’t a lonely time for me now. Wifey loves it too and we have a great holiday week of walks in the snow and watching all of the series that have piled up on the pvr over the fall.
What is this Holiday Emergency Kit for then? A safety blanket of Christmas cheer in case I get a bit low?
More things I don’t need, as I look over them. The decorations will get filtered this year. Any that don’t make the tree are making a trip to eBay.
I only read one book every Christmas, Dickens’ classic tale of redemption and the value of those around us. Which, as it happens, is readily available on every digital platform.
The other books would do well making someone else’s holiday magical.
I have holiday spirit to spare, time to pass along a bit of the jumpstart kit to someone who needs it.
Ω An earlier version of this post appeared at www.wetalkpodcasts.com