Feliz Navidad Travellers-
There’s only 5 shopping days left!! OH NO!! there will be none of that here…
I like the idea of Christmas, don’t you? I like the idea of what it means versus the reality of what it has largely become for many of us. I want to bring back the old school version. The Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby, Judy Garland version. The time when Virginia asked, “Is there a Santa Claus?”because we all want to know that answer at some point in our youth.
I wasn’t alive during that period of time, but when I think of Christmas, that’s where my mind goes…I think it reminds me of my Grandparents, who were sincere humans and there was something else that I can’t quite name that made it wonderful. Simplicity perhaps. Family being a family to each other. A sort of warmth that permeated those two days each year of my youth, even once I knew Santa wasn’t real, there was still something…Magic.
Truthfully, I was quite devastated when I learned there was no Santa Claus. I mean sitting in my mom’s lap crying. Like a lot of crying. If we’re being honest, Santa is such a fantastically rediculous legend. Just think of all the holes in the Christmas Eve presents around the world situation/theory. There isn’t an airline in service that could cover the globe in one night much less a sleigh with reindeer right?
But I absolutely believed in him. And I bet you did too.
I remember one Christmas when I was quite young, I thought I heard reindeers on the roof of our flat roofed house. As in distinct hooves prancing on the roof. Then I heard bells. Little did I know that one of my parents had put bells on my bedroom door knob that I would be told the next morning came from Santa’s sleigh. The magic of imagination. I wonder in this digital surround sound iphoned age, do children still experience that wonder? Because there is an irreplaceable sort of joy in those early Chirstmases that we should all have. The spirit of a man giving to the world. Magical beasts pulling a sleigh thru the night’s sky. And our only payment in return was milk and cookies. What a fantastic magical spell…
Fast forward to the now, I don’t actually like this version of Christmas, do you? There are too many sales, too many gifts that seem “necessary” to buy, too many unhappy people, too much traffic, too much, really it’s just TOO MUCH! And outside of our home, it’s everywhere. We are saturated in commercialized Christmas! Fortunately, we don’t have cable in our home, which reduces commercials about Christmas. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not Scrooge, I just wish things could return somewhat to the way they used to be.
Have we as a species changed so much that we cannot enjoy a simpler Christmas? Do we need all this stimulus to call it a celebration? And what if your Christmas is about Jesus? I guarantee you the wise men did not bring Jesus a tv, or an Xbox or whatever the hottest thing is this year.
Let’s talk about last Christmas…
Mopsy had been visiting inside the house for almost a month when Christmas arrived. I got her an odd little bird toy with catnip in it. I wrapped it up for her and laid it on the carpet when she came by Christmas morning. I’m not sure she had ever received a gift from anyone before, as she looked at it like, what am I doing with this? I had to unwrap it for her, but then she played with it for quite awhile. She may have been delighted in whatever way cats are delighted. I was certainly delighted for her.
It reminded me of being a kid and that one gift you’d latch onto each Christmas as a child. The one you really liked and ignored everything else. It reminded me that a simple act of giving could brighten another creature’s day. Maybe we only need to give one gift. It reminded me of family and how we all need somewhere to call home on the holidays. Especially the chilly nighted ones. It reminded me that we are the caretakers of each other in this world and that we were built to be giving.
I hope you have a simple peaceful day of small joys and that you are with someone or many someones that you call family. Most of all, I hope you can believe for one moment in the magic of Christmas.
Many many movies, so little time…I’m gonna go with The Santa Claus. Tim Allen at the height of his powers and it has some sentimental value for me as well. But there is this great line that Judy the elf throws down. She says, “Seeing isn’t believing. Believing is seeing.” And all the while she’s talking about the magic. Pretty much sums it all up, doesn’t it?