Stress, Materialism and Selfishness During the Most Joyful Time of the Year
My childhood memories of Christmas play out like a movie- snow, pulling mittens over cold hands, getting snow up the sleeve of my coat, winding neighborhoods of colored light, Christmas carols, sleds, New Hampshire frozen lakes, hot cocoa and marshmallows, never enough marshmallows, A Christmas Carol, The Grinch, Santa Claus, reindeer hooves beating against the roof, Christmas cookies, milk in mugs… and presents. Wrapped in shimmering bows and pretty patterned paper, they held everything I dreamed of, and made the season magical.
For young ones lucky enough to receive gifts for the holidays, Christmas seems like a dream, the most joyful time of the year, accompanied by a fleeting sadness the day after because we would have to wait a whole year to sense the magic again. Eventually that magic fades. Slowly, first with the realization that Santa isn’t real (a fact that my parents have never wanted to tell us) and then with the onset of adulthood, where Christmas becomes much more about giving gifts than receiving them.
When I started to buy gifts for others, Christmas lost its luster. I don’t mean to make myself sound like a selfish jerk who only loves to receive and never wants to return the favor- no, that’s not what I mean. I love giving gifts, especially ones that have a lot of meaning that I know the recipient will truly appreciate. What bums me out about Christmas is the fact that gift giving is expected and anybody that doesn’t participate is hailed a Scrooge and painted as a greedy, joyless miser.
What do you get someone who doesn’t need or want anything? Something they don’t want or need. How many holiday gifts have you gotten that you had to pretend you were grateful for? How many gifts have you re-gifted? Yeah, we’ve all probably gotten plenty of presents that were basically meaningless junk all in the name of ~Christmas~. The evening of Thanksgiving, a day we are supposed to spend being thankful for what we have, thousands flock to big box stores to buy even more stuff! And a lot of the time they aren’t even buying gifts, but taking advantage of the mediocre deals for themselves It’s materialism on steroids. Overindulgent and selfish.
Then there’s the stress of it all, my least favorite part of the Christmas season. Trying to figure out what to get someone who doesn’t want anything is stress. Trying to mail the gifts on time is stress. Managing finances is stress. And at the end of the day it seems like it’s all in the name of stuff rather than loving and appreciating your family and friends and significant others.
I would much rather have a thoughtful, well-cooked meal, or a nice trip to a fun place than things that will line my shelves and gather dust. I guess that’s why we can make Christmas whatever we want it to be, despite companies trying to push their rampant waste and materialism upon us. I know the Christmas magic is still there somewhere, I just have to dig a little deeper to find it.
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