November Cheer
November
Cheer
So it’s
nearing the end of November and we’ve been corporately bombarded with Christmas
for almost a month already. Shops are decorated, celebrations are in full swing
and general Christmas paraphernalia abounds everywhere. Unlike our American
friends, we don’t have the hurdle of Thanksgiving to jump before we can
legitimately reason that Christmas is upon us, and as such decide the season
needs to last a full two months to really make it count. We must at least feel
like we’re getting value for money given the amount we merrily wave off every
December.
Don’t get
me wrong, I’m no scrooge and can generally turn any event into an excuse for an
all-out party, but as a parent I resent that Santa materialises from the North
Pole (or Lapland, or wherever he actually lives) a full six weeks before
December 25th. Is his heating broken? Has he employed an army of
machines to replace his politically incorrect elfish helpers and finish two
months ahead of time? Or maybe he’s just fed up of Christmas, getting some
twisted satisfaction from watching parents wearily endure the run up to the big
day through gritted teeth and semi-patient smiles. The poor guy’s an immortal
mythical figurehead. If he’s had to do it for the past two thousand years then
why shouldn’t we suffer for a couple of months? Mrs Santa’s Christmas cake
sucks too, so I’ve heard, but given the nature of his ever-afterness he’s had
the wisdom to keep quiet on that front. Crappy cake consumption beats an
infinity placating a grumpy wife hands down. Wise man. Oh hang on, sorry, that
would be the nativity.
Call me
old-fashioned, but the idea of my kids writing a list of things they want to
receive on the big day hugely bothers me. The fact that they then send it to a
far away fat man who never seems to change his clothes is beside the point; my
issue lies in breeding a Christmas culture of inward focused expectation and
greed in our next generation. In what other context is it acceptable for
children to make a list of demands with the presumption they will receive
everything on said list. I’ve witnessed far too many ugly scenarios involving
meltdowns induced by the wrong present; or stressed parents in supermarkets
panicking because the 156th item on their child's list is sold out.
In short, I would love my kids to understand that Christmas is as much
about giving as getting.
Before you
start pelting me with rotten clementines and calling me a humbug I’ll just
clarify: creating that magical spirit of Christmas is right up there on my
parenting priorities. Decorating the tree together (however long we spend it
STILL ends up looking like we’ve tipped it upside down and dipped it in a
random array of garish glittery tat). That wide eyed moment of wonder on Christmas
morning when the kids realise Santa has visited- especially surprising given
the countless fake North Pole phonecalls threatening transfer to the naughty
list, the tangible magic in the air on Christmas eve as the waiting reaches
it’s tantalising climax, and the delights of the chocolate coin breakfasting.
All incredible childhood memories I want my kids to treasure up and remember
with fondness in the more difficult times of life.
But also up
there on my parenting priorities is raising children who derive genuine
pleasure from seeing the fruit of their thoughtfulness and effort with others;
whose smiles are sparked by the smiles of friends and who enjoy the giving part
of Christmas just as much, if not more, than the receiving. After all, isn’t that what the true spirit of
Christmas is all about? Cosy family togetherness, hope in the darker season,
and a radiant sense of wonder and joy that miraculously dissipates (albeit for one month only) our typical
cantankerous Britishness.
So Santa, while
I appreciate your yuletide efforts and behaviour bribery opportunities, I would
ask this- don’t sell out to the corporate masses and let them twist your
traditional spirit into another commercial selling opportunity. We parents are
shamefully sheep-like when it comes to peer pressure; that coupled with the doe-eyed
pleas of our little darlings weakens our resolve to stand up for the true spirit
of Christmas. Could you help us out a little by keeping away from our shops and
off our TV screens until at least December? That’s the one and only wish on my
list. Thank you.
Until that
happens, here’s a little motto I keep in mind when buying presents at
Christmas. It’s guaranteed to make your gifts more thoughtful and your kids
less spoilt, and will probably have a great impact on those January blues as
you realise your wallet’s looking fairly healthy come New Year. Oh and teachers
will LOVE you for the last part. J
Something you want.
Something you need.
Something to wear.
Something to read.
Happy Yuletide prepping guys.
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