By Alan
Caruba
My memories
of Christmas as a child include a run down the stairs to find stockings hanging
from the fireplace and boxes of gifts. After the excitement of opening them,
there was a family dinner for myself, an older brother, and my parents. Since
my Mother was a teacher of haute cuisine, even the traditional turkey and other
dishes were a special treat, but the fact is that the family ate like royalty
for all the years we were together. An internationally honored authority on
wine, it was a daily part of our lives.
Since
Mother had taught many people how to cook and dine as a gourmet, her students
sent cards and we would festoon the living room by pinning them to ribbons as
decoration for the holiday. I knew early on that she was an extraordinary woman
and much loved by her students and others with whom she came in contact. She
wrote two cookbooks. My Father was her greatest fan and rarely left the dinner
table without pausing to give her a hug and a kiss.
Christmas
was a day to enjoy and we did. As I grew older the story of Santa Claus was
replaced with purchasing gifts for the family. As I grew even older, first my
Father passed away and then my Mother. Single by choice, my family became an
older brother in a distant state, a nephew and a niece, both living distantly.
So Christmas became a very quiet, solitary day.
All this
might sound a bit depressing, but it is not my life that I regard in that
fashion. Rather it is the incessant commercialism of Christmas combined with
the media-driven expectations about the holiday that include a growing number
of films, both classic and more recent, that fill the television airwaves night
after night. You must be merry
because it’s Christmas is the message and, if you’re not, there must be something
wrong with you.
Between
the endless commercials found in both the print and broadcast media, it is
hard, if not impossible, to escape the constant demands to spend on everything
from a new car to various kinds of gifts. The pressure builds the closer one
gets to Christmas and, for many, it is daunting.
So, the
dirty secret about Christmas is that it is often accompanied by feelings of
depression, mild or intense, and too many people think there is, as mentioned,
something wrong with themselves. There isn’t. It’s normal and there are ways to
cope and overcome it.
Those
happy childhood memories are not shared by everyone. Some grew up in
dysfunctional families and recall the stress of the holiday. As an adult you
have permission to put those memories aside and, if you have your own family,
to create happier ones for children and loved ones. It can be as simple as creating
your own family traditions such as a trip to church or volunteering to help
others less fortunate.
For those
with aging parents, Christmas is a reminder of the problems that might
accompany this and, yes, this too can be depressing if you dwell on it. Aging,
however, is just a part of life and we all must make our peace with it.
Winter is
associated with Seasonal Affect Disorder (SAD) because of the early onset of
darkness or just the too often overcast weather. Though cold, a short walk
during the daylight hours, perhaps at lunchtime, is a useful way to avoid this
or just by sitting by a window where the sun comes in. Exercise is a year-long
way to ward off or reduce depression as it increases the heart rate and
releases endorphins in the brain. You can exercise anywhere so a trip to an
expensive gym is not necessary.
A
frequently unspoken aspect of Christmas is the expectation to join family
gatherings or events associated with the holiday. You may not wish to do this
and, if not, you should find a good excuse to avoid them. Being surrounded by
relatives of whom you’re not particularly fond is hardly a definition of
merriment.
There are
millions unemployed in the nation and, for them, Christmas just adds to their
debts. Putting a limit on one’s spending is the sensible thing to do whether
one is employed or not. Don’t apologize. A lousy economy is not your fault.
And, beyond the economy, there are world events over which you have no control.
On Christmas, you can and should ignore them.
If you are
suffering from an on-going depression that requires therapy or medical
intervention, taking action should be a priority, but for most Christmas is a
trigger for general, often unfocused feelings, heightened by the recognition
that time is moving along relentlessly. The New Year is a good time to find
some focus and then to take action to address one’s problems. Give yourself permission to do some
interesting, fun things. You can and should do it.
If any of
this resonates with you, know that you are not alone. Indeed, these are
feelings shared by millions, by family members, by friends, and by coworkers.
So, yes,
have a Merry Christmas and make it one designed to be what you want it to be, not what endless messages of holiday cheer make
you feel you have to be or do.
© Alan
Caruba, 2013
2 comments:
A good, timely post. (I have lately been running, for half an hour every day, so at 65 I can confirm the benefits of exercise you mentioned--and that it can lower blood pressure rather dramatically.)
The key of course--to everything--is a personal realization that this life is not all that there is, that in fact, "This too shall pass." And, that this life was planned beforehand, to provide needed soul learning and growth (and reassurances of great, eternal joy, as present, for example, in the annually resurgent Christmas spirit).
Anyone who has once faced the fear of death head-on and defeated it, has done it once and for all, and can never after be so benighted as to think the dark can long withstand the light. (It can happen at any age, one can even be born so; I remember doing it when I was 9 years old, lying alone in my bed.) And that does not require facing physical death, only accepting the logical implications of one's (everyone's) ability to focus upon the good in one's life even in the midst of the bad--it means physical circumstances do not rule one's life, that the mind is fundamentally free of them, and that means there is a greater life beyond the physical. An eternal life, of overarching meaning, that encompasses all of the connections, the coherence and harmony, man has discovered, in himself, the world, and the universe. We are all just learning here, according to a higher--and an eternally loving--plan. All we really have to do is stay open to learning more about how things are all connected here, because the larger picture (even in the smallest, or darkest, moment) is essentially and inevitably--finally--a joyous one.
This has been known by the truly wise throughout history. Santa Claus is just the "All-Father", ancient of days, desiring above all to give to man one special gift--assurance of his eternal love.
What do you mean,Pilgrim, SAD at Christmas time?
So what if I'm dressed completely in black, living all alone in a creepy castle, looking with an intense stare at the skull on my desk, while drinking Mad Dog wine from a glass in my left hand with a sharp knife in my right hand, saying over and over:
"To be, or not to be, that is the question..."
But seriously, PRINCE HAMLET was a great Dane, although a man who simply could not make up his mind, and thus by default did not commit suicide.
"When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;"
MERRY CHRISTMAS ho-ho-ho
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