Diane Silver

Christians May Irk, but Christmas Doesn't

Filed By Diane Silver | December 22, 2010 8:30 AM | comments

Filed in: Living
Tags: Christmas stories, In Search of Goodness

I am well-known for my disagreements with Christianity and certain Christians. A Charlie Brown Christmas cover.gifChristmas, though, just melts my heart. There's the fact that presents are involved, and I do love presents. But there's something else about Christmas that snared me when I was so young I couldn't tell a Christian from a Jew from a Hindu.

It's this: Who can resist a holiday about hope?

Don't take this as an attack on other holidays. I was born in 1952 in Detroit, Mich., and raised in a suburban home in the Christian tradition in an overwhelmingly Christian culture. I've dabbled in Buddhism, and warmed myself on a few Solstice fires, but I don't know enough about the holidays of those or any other religion to write knowledgeably about them. Even more importantly, I didn't sing Buddhist chants, or toddle through Solstice celebrations as a preschooler.

I hung old-fashioned (and probably dangerous) lead tinsel sparkling on Christmas trees. I put up green and blue ornaments and wrapped packages in glossy red paper. I sang along with Mitch Miller on "Hark, The Herald Angels Sing," and thought I was singing about a little angel named Hark. I heard the Christmas story recited with reverence year after year. Although that recitation was on TV (by Linus at the end of "A Charlie Brown Christmas"), it still meant something to me. Christmas stuck deep in my heart in a place that can only be reached when footie pajamas are the norm and teddy bears accompany you to bed each night.

In my not-too-observant Protestant family, Easter was nothing more than a big meal. Christmas, on the other hand, was Hope and Love, and something even more amazing: Christmas was when we stopped doing, scolding, hurting, yelling and acknowledged that life could be about something else.

I don't remember that we had a name for this thing that Christmas was about. But I do remember that miracles were supposed to be involved. At the time, I wished fervently for peace in my own family. Even though that miracle didn't come when I was a child, I still took heart from the fact that wonders could and did show up in other people's houses.

Perhaps that's why I love Christmas stories. They're about hoping for no rational reason and then witnessing hope fulfilled. A mean old miser spits on Christmas, has a few nightmares, and then wakes up to take care of those he once spurned. A scattered, bickering family unexpectedly comes together on Christmas Eve. An embittered heart grows three sizes and that old Grinch finds the strength to put back all the presents, decorations and holiday dinners he had taken. Workaholics remember to come home. The lonely find friends. The broke get money. And evictions never, ever occur -- at least not in Christmas stories.

It's as if once a year we give ourselves permission to imagine life as it should be. We even act differently as we give presents, greet each other more warmly and do good deeds that we ignore the rest of the year. Once every 12 months we realize it's safe - encouraged even - to be good.

This is the place in a Christmas essay where I'm supposed to shake my head sadly and declare my disappointment that we don't keep Christmas throughout the year. But I'm not disappointed. I feel - and I apologize for overusing this word - hope.

We human beings are a mess. We act out of fear. We skitter on impulse. We put our heads down and plod through the most soul killing of lives because we can't allow ourselves to believe there's anything better. We hurt, oppress, exploit each other. Repeatedly. And then claim it was our victims' fault. I'm not even certain that most of us are completely sane.

But once a year we celebrate hope. We celebrate peace. We celebrate doing right by each other, and then rather amazingly go out and attempt to do it.

That's why I love Christmas.

For all who are keeping Christmas and all who are celebrating the many other holidays of hope, my best wishes for now and the New Year. And a thousand hugs.

Hark, the herald angels sing: "LIKE ME, Like Me on Facebook."

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Paul in Canada | December 22, 2010 9:59 AM

Thanks for this article - you've hit in right on the head for me!!!!!

Thank you! Thank you for sharing your heart for hope and peace!

This year we're not going all out decorating etc. Instead, we're just going to have a quiet day at home and reflect on how our lives have changed so much this past year and the hopes we have for the future.

I say we reclaim Christmas from the Christians. We'll start by militantly chanting "Happy Holidays."

I loved Christmas when my gran was alive. Now, not so much.

Felix Saturnalia.

I hope everyone gets lots of loot.