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Sunday Night Journal, December 23, 2018

It must be close to twenty years ago that I wrote a science-fiction story in which Christmas had been replaced by "Holiday." (That wasn't a major part of the story, just a passing remark by a character.) I thought it was clever at the time, but it soon became an interesting and personal reiteration of a lesson I had long since drawn from the work of others: that when the real future gets here it's likely to make past imagined ones look dated at best, and absurd at worst. That usage is now expected in many situations and effectively mandatory in others.

Some years ago (less than twenty, not less than ten) I began to notice it in my workplace. No one insisted upon it, but I could see that certain co-workers, especially those very much aware of prevailing cultural winds in the academy, said "Happy Holidays" in a way that was just ever so slightly self-conscious, almost pointed. And to say "Merry Christmas" to them, one realized, was a bit of a faux pas. And some of these were highly-placed people, whom their subordinates did not wish to offend. It made the exchange a little awkward, a little uneasy. To call this an exercise in political correctness would not be completely wrong, but it was also in part a genuine desire to be "inclusive" and considerate, though it was a little peculiar at a small Catholic college where both parties were usually at-least-nominal Christians. 

Soon, of course, the matter became an explicit skirmish in the culture wars, with Christians, especially politically right-wing Christians, denouncing "the war on Christmas." That was rather an exaggeration. But as with those who so scrupulously avoided using the C-word, they weren't completely wrong, either. Trump was able to score points with them by including in his list of great things that would happen if he were president the item "We're going to say 'Merry Christmas' again." I wonder if it occurred to him that if your "Merry Christmas" is administered to your political enemies as a blow to the face you're not altogether in the right spirit.

Arguments about a war on Christmas seem to have died down somewhat now. Culturally we've reached a point where Holiday really has replaced Christmas for most public purposes, and I guess we're all coming to take it for granted. I almost never watch commercial television--that is, old-school television, where whatever you're watching is interrupted frequently by advertisements. Unfortunately the thing that necessitates the "almost" is college football. And a little bit of pro football. And unfortunately these mostly occur in the three months preceding Christmas, and after Thanksgiving almost every advertisement involves "the holidays." I can hardly stand them, and I don't know what I'd do if there were no such thing as a "mute" button on the remote control. There's the grotesque consumerism itself, such as the commercial in which a young man has bought himself and his wife (or girlfriend), as "holiday" presents, giant SUVs which probably cost at least $40,000 each. And there's the scrupulous avoidance of any mention of the religious content of "the holidays." I'm going to stifle my impulse to complain at length about these. It serves no purpose and anyway everyone knows what I'm talking about. 

There was a time when the commercialism and American Christmas customs coexisted. The distinction was there, though I think it was often unnoticed. Even as a child in the 1950s I was vaguely aware that some of the "Christmas" paraphernalia had nothing to do with Christmas. I distinctly remember wondering why some advertisements said "Season's Greetings" instead of "Merry Christmas." I think I was in my early teens when it suddenly dawned on me that "Winter Wonderland" and several other songs associated with the season had no connection at all to the Christian celebration. 

But even as a child in the 1950s I was vaguely aware--I guess I could say unconsciously aware, if that isn't contradictory--that without Christmas, Holiday would be an empty thing. This was true even though I was vastly more interested in the presents I would be getting than in the birth of Christ. Somehow I knew that to remove the stable and the shepherds and the angels and Mary and Joseph and the baby from the picture would take the life out of it all. 

The disconnect between Holiday and Christmas grew over the years, but they were still closely enough associated that the former had much of the allure of the latter for me. That's pretty well over now. Part of the reason, I guess, is the jadedness of age, but in any case I've been slowly reaching a point of almost complete indifference to Holiday. It's a little sad, or more than a little, because I miss that old feeling.

The loss has some advantages: appreciation of Advent, for one. I find it difficult in our culture to focus on Advent. And yet I very much want to, which has not always been the case for me. And Christmas itself means more now, much more. The sad and shallow frenzy of Holiday is now becoming part of the darkness, a pathetic attempt to strike a few sparks that kindle no lasting flame. 

And so I still enjoy the lights, even if they're only Holiday lights. At night you don't necessarily see the difference. I have imagined what might easily be the case ten or fifteen or twenty years from now, when I might be unable to get out by myself, hoping or asking that someone would take me out one night a day or two before Christmas so that I could see the lights and think of Christmas Past and Christmas Yet to Come.

These thoughts were flitting through my head one night last weekend as I sat in my car waiting to make a left turn onto Highway 72 in Athens, Alabama, looking at a house across the way, its roof outlined in lights which, though unspectacular as these things go, were for me nevertheless expressive. 

HouseWithChristmasLights

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Yes -- thank God for the lights. And the “mute” button. :)

Merry Christmas, all!

Merry Christmas to you and to all.

I have been thinking a lot lately about how in my youth the sacred and secular aspects of Christmas were intertwined somehow. The secular did not seem to compete somehow. Maybe just because I was young.

This has been a great Advent. Because no one was rushing off to work in the morning, we were good about lighting the Advent Wreath and praying, and writing a little something everyday has helped. And just not going out much or watching commercial TV has been great. I don't even know what the toys that everyone has to have are.

AMDG

I do love the lights. I think when people put up lights, they are putting up symbols of Jesus even though they don't know it. ;-)

Once I almost killed my children and myself when I took them out to look at lights. I really don't know how we didn't have a wreck. I was distracted and ran a light and was about to T-bone a truck. It was right in front of me, and then it was gone. It may have been a miracle. I don't know
It was like I drove through the truck.

AMDG

Too bad there's no video.

"I think when people put up lights, they are putting up symbols of Jesus even though they don't know it."

Yeah, that's along the lines of what I was thinking in this post.

If you start noticing it, the sacred and secular holiday distinction is very apparent going back at least as far as the '50s. But it didn't seem as sharp as it does now, and I think one reason is that they weren't necessarily seen as being completely in opposition, I mean in a hostile, one-of-us-must-win kind of way. Secular songs would still use the word "Christmas," as in that chestnuts-roasting song. There wasn't as much of that squeamish avoidance even of the word "Christmas."

Mention of your writing every day reminds that I had meant to put a link to your Advent posts in this post. A bit late but here it is:

http://thethreeprayers.blogspot.com/search/label/Advent%202018

Merry Christmas, y’all! We have moved back to Australia and organisationally speaking, we’re pretty stressed, but otherwise happy to be home.

Merry Christmas to you, too. Didn't know y'all were going back, though now that I think of it I believe you did mention that you were. Anyway, glad to hear that you're glad to be there. :-) Not just Australia but Taz, I hope? Such a beautiful place.

Yes, back to Tasmania.

It is very beautiful :)

We have been talking about how the new holiday music isn't even decent music. It's just a formulaic drivel that seems like a desperate attempt to manufacture celebratory feelings. So, sitting in the choir during midnight Mass and thinking about the carols and hymns we were singing, I realized that anyone who wants to belittle Christianity can't possibly let people listen to both kinds of music side-by-side. It would just emphasize the bankrupt-ness of the holiday music and the depth of the the traditional music.

AMDG

For a lot of people, yes. Others would prefer the drivel. Speaking of which: I don't have occasion to hear the music very much, but the other night we looked on Netflix to see if there were any interesting-looking Christmas movies that we didn't know about. Judging by the titles and descriptions, it was all drivel.

"If you start noticing it, the sacred and secular holiday distinction is very apparent going back at least as far as the '50s. But it didn't seem as sharp as it does now, and I think one reason is that they weren't necessarily seen as being completely in opposition"

I'm sure I mentioned this in some previous year, but this comes to mind when listening to Christmas records from the 50's and early 60's. Secular songs were juxtaposed with pious renditions of traditional hymns and carols, but it never seemed jarring. You got the sense that the artists/arrangers knew where to draw the stylistic lines, and that both the spiritual and the popular aspects of the holiday were being celebrated in their own way.

Nowadays the new stuff just all seems to blur together. And most of it is just horrible.

And many of the secular songs were well-written--now, not so much.

AMDG

Sinatra's Jolly Christmas album is a perfect example: secular on side 1, sacred on side 2, all beautifully and appropriately arranged and performed.

We got a card from relatives that simply said, "Merry." No Christmas.

On a different note, compare John Lennon's Christmas Song and Paul McCartney's.

Oh, and I hate that "It's cold outside" song.

I used to hear "Have a merry" from some people, delivered in a very jaded tone.

I don't care much for either Lennon's or McCartney's, but they are certainly different.

And by the way it's nice to hear from you again, Robert.

"Oh, and I hate that 'It's cold outside' song."

I don't like it either, but I hate "Santa Baby" a lot more. Positively cringe-inducing.

"Santa Baby" is one of those that I will instantly try to turn off or escape.

I hate both of those.

AMDG

Couldn't find the thread where we last talked about TV shows but I wanted to say that I just finished series two of 'The Missing' and it's excellent--even better than the first series, imo. While there are a few minor references to series 1 in series 2, the two seasons are more-or-less stand-alones.

I didn't remember you mentioning that but I see that it was a year ago almost to the day.

https://www.lightondarkwater.com/2017/01/sunday-night-journal-january-8-2017.html

I see also that it's on Amazon, free with Prime. And that Keeley Hawes is in it. I like her a lot.

Wow -- hard to believe it was a year ago. For the record Missing 2 doesn't have the "child in peril" aspect that the first series did. This one is about a missing girl who escapes and returns home 11 years after her abduction, which opens questions about who took her and why.

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