It’s so easy to get wrapped up in the commercialism of Christmas.
This photo of Santa speeding around on a Vespa trying to deliver his gifts really depicts what we all feel like during this time of year, don’t you agree? We are in such a hurry to get all this “stuff” done that we feel obliged to do…get the right gift for so and so and make an appearance at this party and at that…
We aren’t even pleasant to one another as we form ourselves into masses of shopping-crazed lunatics who suddenly also forget basic driving skills because we all have the same agenda…get it done and as quickly as possible, because there’s so much more to do! It’s literally enough to make me want to pull my hair out! Bah! Humbug! I’m not in the mood for all this nonsense.
Zohrhubby, on the other hand, loves this time of year. He’s a shopper. Omigod, is he a shopper. He’s all about buying stuff, no matter what time of year it is. If I send him to the store for laundry detergent, and he happens upon a good deal, he will come home with 14 bottles (I am totally not kidding). But Christmas is to him what a hall pass is to a fourth grader who wants to be anywhere but in his classroom learning whatever his teacher is trying to shove down his throat. It’s a free ticket to buy as much stuff as his little heart desires without the usual recourse (which, I’m bound to confess, is usually manifested in a stern talking-to from yours truly). So, I’ve resigned myself to leaving most of the shopping to him. I fought it at first, as though it wasn’t really Christmas if I didn’t actively participate in the Christmas shopping rampage. Sure, I participate in the “big gift” ideas, but as far as the execution of those ideas, I checked out of that years ago. And as an added bonus, it allows Zohrhubby an opportunity to sow his proverbial shopping seeds and get it out of his system for a while.
I’m always pleased when the kids open their gifts on Christmas morning. My kids do not get “things” on a regular basis for no reason at all. We give them gifts on their birthdays and at Christmas. They do not usually get a new “toy” just because I happen to be in a store and they want something. They do not get new clothes because I see something that I know that they will like or will look nice on them. I am a member of the Utilitarian Parent ideology, if such a thing exists. Maybe I just created it. (Feel free to link me to a new Wikipedia subject, should you choose to do so). I have four kids to provide for, so I buy the things that they need when they need them, and generally nothing more. If I’ve got some extra money, then I tend to spend it on them before myself, but that doesn’t happen as often as I wish it did. So my kids all get super excited about Christmas because it’s a guaranteed day for presents, which are usually a pretty good spread, because Zohrhubby (aka Mr. Shopaholic) is spear-heading the whole operation.
I’m not trying to throw Zohrhubby under the bus here. His having bought into the commercialization of Christmas is no more a fault than my Scroogey nature this time of year.
I find the annual pulling-of-the-dusty-things out of the attic to decorate and having to buy things to replace the ones that were broken or ruined during the past year a severe pain in the ass. I don’t like feeling guilty about choosing NOT to buy gifts for people who haven’t allowed me to participate in their lives, or chosen not to participate in mine, JUST because it’s Christmas. Even if I am related to them. I dislike wrapping gifts and absolutely despise fighting the shopping crowds on my lunch hour when I’m just trying to get a damn burger, thank you very much!
My point is this, each of us, whether you fall into my category or that of Zohrhubby, needs to stop a moment to remember a very important thing.
Jesus is the reason for the Season. Let’s all agree not forget that. And let’s make sure that our kids don’t go another Christmas without this image burned into their brains.
Let’s teach our children the birth story and remain aware ourselves that this time should be used to focus upon and to celebrate the fact that God gave His Son to this world to rectify our sins and embody His Grace. A miracle. A true miracle.
God Bless us, Every One.
Oh, and, Merry Christmas!