Most of the blogs I read are on top of the season. Facebook is recycling cute posters about Christmas over and over. The stores have been full of bling and tinsel, and their loud speakers have been spinning marketing the season since before Halloween. Last Sunday was the first day of Advent and the altar in church is now in its Advent vestments.
Last year I got on the band wagon and had the tree and decorations up right after Thanksgiving. It was out of character for me, I’ll admit. And I left them up until way after my husband’s birthday on January 7th – also out of character for me. I usually tear them down on or before January 1st. This year I feel like what my granddaughter says, “I can’t want that.”
At my house, the tree is still in its box. The electric candles are in the storage bin. The only vestige of Christmas is a resin replica of Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus. That is out because I keep it on my kitchen window sill all year round.
I’m no Scrooge: I’m not hatin’ on Christmas. There are plenty who do – just do a Google search and see how many articles and blogs appear when you type in, “I Hate Christmas.” That’s not me. But, there are plenty like me. People who, for various reasons, don’t feel all holly-jolly about the approaching holidays and don’t care whether the jingle bells rock or don’t rock. A lot of people get downright depressed during December.
Some are overwhelmed with life in general. Others may have lost a loved one recently. Many people struggle with depression at this time of year. There are multiple reasons why people “can’t want” Christmas. They should be treated gently and be allowed to keep their dignity.
Now, all the rest of you? As I said, I don’t hate Christmas. I wish all of you the kind of Christmas you’d most enjoy. Be blessed.