My Christmas

I’m going to tell you about my Christmas.

I’m not religious. At all. Whatsoever. I’m actually agnostic. It’s not that I hardcore don’t believe, but, well, I don’t believe either. If that makes sense.

In other words, I’m not ruling out that there is a god. Maybe there is. It is a possibility, yes. But I haven’t experienced this god, so I don’t believe. Yet. Maybe I will someday, maybe not. But right now I simply don’t.

I don’t have anything against you if you believe. I think it’s great — I think religion can be life-saving for many people. Just don’t try to push your beliefs on me and we’ll be the best of friends.

I’m not religious but I celebrate Christmas.

Why? Is it for tradition, or family, or the love in the air?

No. It’s for the motherfucking presents.

There, I said it.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I still have traditions and still enjoy the love in the air. But really, I simply adore to give my loved ones presents. And I know I can do this any time of the year, but I choose to do it on Christmas.

I’m one of those people you hate, because I’ve turned your sacred holiday into a consumerism one.

And you know what? That’s my prerogative. That’s how I do things.

I like shopping for my son (and others) and hiding the presents and wrapping the presents and seeing the look of joy on his (and others’) face(s) when he (and they) tear into the wrapping paper. I like wasting paper, since we just throw it out anyway. I like spending too much money and getting shit people don’t need, because when else are they going to get it?

Before I had my own family, my Christmas used to be about family. Going here and going there and waking up at the asscrack of dawn and rushing out of the house without my coffee.

I hated it. I hated fitting in every single person in one damn day. I hated sitting there, poor, watching them open gifts from every single other person but me. I hated the awkwardness of seeing people I hadn’t for a year and telling them what I was up to and getting judgmental glances.

So I stopped it. That may make it sound like Christmas is for me, but it’s not. It’s for my son.

I celebrate Christmas to spoil my son with everything he doesn’t need and everything he wants, which may or may not involve seeing a few other family members as well, on our own time.

This is my Christmas.

My Christmas is going out on Black Friday, because why shop on another day if I’ll probably find better deals on this one?

My Christmas is donating one (or more) of those toys to a toy drive for kids in need.

My Christmas is going through all of my son’s old toys and donating half of them, too.

My Christmas is waiting to get a tree until the middle of the month, because why keep that enormous thing in the house for more than two weeks?

My Christmas is slowly, over the course of a month, wrapping way too many presents and keeping them hidden from my toddler and somehow finding places for them all under the tree.

My Christmas is waking up whenever the hell we wake up — sometimes early, sometimes late — and opening our presents immediately.

My Christmas is taking some time to let my son play with his new stuff, and enjoying it with him.

My Christmas is realizing that so many other people don’t have it as good as we do, and hoping for them that some day soon they will.

My Christmas is then, after we’re settled with all our nice new stuff, calling our family to see if they want to see us (if we’re not too late).

My Christmas is materialistic. I admit it. But it’s also about my family. Not yours. Not your traditions, not your religion. It’s mine.

Ironically, this is not my photo. (Photo Credit: Alain Matthes / texexample (CC BY 2.5)

Ironically, this is not my photo.
(Photo Credit: Alain Matthes / texexample (CC BY 2.5) )

14 thoughts on “My Christmas

  1. I think you hit on something here. Christmas is not about being told what to do by folks who want to impose the “shoulds.” Do what works for you and what you enjoy. We buy few gifts for friends and family, but this is the time of year that we give more to our kids and to each other. Our kids won’t be little long and I want to enjoy seeing their faces light up. Gil works constantly, and Christmas is a time for us to be together and not feel like we have to hop from place to place. We want to be home. I don’t like being told what I should be doing. Allow me some wiggle room to create my own traditions and I’ll be a much happier and loving person. Wishing you a very merry Christmas, Tempest!

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  2. Thank you, Tempest.

    I know you suffer a lot, but somehow you’ve come up with a winning strategy for your life. I can almost feel the freedom you experience, it shines out so clearly in your writing. As you write, I hope you feel as free as you sound, with your long, flowing litany of happy, healthy and, especially, generous activities throughout the whole season, and without the rush/pressure to do what anyone else thinks you should do.

    I don’t believe (anymore) either, and yet I wish you, not “Happy Holidays!”, but a

    Merry Christmas !!!


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    • I have my moments, sometimes I feel free and flowing and healthy, but other times I feel stressed and anxious and a mess. I guess everyone has their moments, too, though.

      Merry Christmas to you as well, and thank you!


  3. I finally read this, T (it’s Jan. 4th, ha ha!) and I LOOOOOOVE it! and you! I’m glad to be back on the internet in part so I can read your packed-with-awesome posts.

    xoxoxoxoxoxoxo Dy

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      • GOOD LUCK!!!!! I’m doing the same, more or less. I cut down blogging from daily to once a week. And now I know I won’t die if I go off Facebook, Twitter and WordPress for 2 weeks, ha ha! (It has been frustrating as hell, though.)

        It’s not easy to cut back in thee ways in order to focus on book writing, but my heart tells me I must give it a try!

        I *know* that you will do a fantastic job! keep us posted! And I’ll catch up to your latest post which I spotted that has the first couple pgs. of your book!

        xoxo, Dy

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