Perhaps I’m a Scrooge. Perhaps I just think it’s fun to say “Bah humbug!” and that makes people think I’m a Scrooge because everyone is so quick to judge. Or maybe, just maybe, all y’all need to calm yourselves down about Christmas.
That’s right. I said it. CALM. IT. DOWN.
First of all, you are making me look bad. You and your 15 Christmas Trees and your personalized teacher gifts and all your baking. You’re so cute with your Christmas t-shirts and excited about everything. Why do you do this to me? I mean, I have one tree. That was given to us. That my kids decorated with no adult supervision.
Which brings me to my next point: you are making me feel bad. I’m bad with teacher gifts even though I really do appreciate my kids’ teachers. I hate decorating for Christmas but my kids enjoy it. And I don’t enjoy baking cookies nearly as much as I enjoy eating them.
And can we talk about presents? I need you to know that it’s not the norm to give your parents a Christmas list for YOURSELF when you are in your 30s and 40s. If that is your life, you are the exception NOT the rule. Hell, my mom sent me a little ziplock bag of cookies the other day and I was ELATED. Christmas = done. (Good job, Mom.)
And I say all that to say this: Christmas is about two things for me.
1. Celebrating the birth of Jesus regardless of the historical accuracy of the time of year during which he was born.
2. Giving my kids a good experience so we can delay the inevitable need for therapy as long as possible.
THAT’S IT. Oh, crap. No it’s not.
3. Cookies. I forgot cookies.
Now THAT’S it.
So all of your trees and baking and presents from your parents — you know what you can do with all that?!
Whatever you want to. That it makes me feel bad or look bad has nothing to do with you. If you want to dress as Rudolph and juggle elves as you walk down street because you love Christmas that much, please: feel free. (But ask the elves for permission first. Obviously.)
You and I don’t have to handle Christmas the same way. If I want to say “Happy Holidays” and you want to say “Merry Christmas” — or vice versa — that’s OK. If you don’t want to celebrate Christmas at ALL, that is also OK. If you are celebrating something else this time of year, THIS IS ALSO FINE.
So nobody needs to calm down their enthusiasm for whatever it is they are celebrating. But perhaps some of y’all could calm down about thinking that something that someone else chooses to do has anything to do with you.
Because there was a fourth thing I forgot to add to my “This is What Christmas is About for Me” list. Love.
Oh, stop it. You heard me. LOVE.
Whatever terrible gifts I give my family, I chose them with love. Every time I move that stupid elf, I do it because of love. If you are celebrating Christmas and out-Christmasing me, I choose to believe you are doing it because of love. And whether that’s a love of your family, of Jesus, or of one-upping your neighbor, that’s your business.
We need more love in this world. The more actions we take in our lives that are fueled by love, the better. Love equals light and we need more light if we want to overtake the darkness that’s become so rampant in our society.
But honestly? I’m still going to give a good eye roll every time I see someone write “CHRISTmas.” You could probably calm that down just a smidgen.