It Just Doesn’t Seem Like Christmas Anymore

The Holidays are here again. Seems like the shopping ads begin earlier and earlier every year, I guess the holidays are no longer about spending time with family and enjoying one another. Now the holidays seem to only be about spending, end of story.  The more you spend, the more you show people how much you “love” them.  It’s as if the old adage, “You can’t buy love” has never met the shallow materialistic world we live in.

 I asked one of six-year-old at church what he wanted for Christmas, and his response was “A new iPhone 5s AT LEAST! This iphone 4 I got last Christmas just sucks!” This darling angel went on to list more devices from than I had ever considered.  My mind reeled and faded back to my own childhood when for my 6th Christmas I got a bicycle and was THRILLED.  I also got excited because that was the year my Mom got a new refrigerator AND a new stove, so every kid in our neighborhood came over to play in the boxes! That was a WONDERFUL Christmas.  We laughed and had a ball playing with cardboard boxes and riding bicycles.  Now, it’s all about the latest electronic goodie. Not to mention, what on earth does a six-year-old need a high-end cellphone for anyway?

Christmas just doesn’t seem to be Christmas anymore. 

 I used to love the smells of Christmas.  Mom baking batch after batch of homemade Chex Mix (she called Boat Trash).  Now you can buy it ready made in a bag although it doesn’t taste anywhere as good as Mom’s. 

 I also remember going to my grandparents house, the smell of Grandpa’s pipe, Grandma’s chocolate goodies she baked, the sounds of laughter as my cousins and I ran outside to play in the snow until we couldn’t feel our fingers, toes, or nose anymore, then we would come back inside for hot cocoa made with real milk.

 On Christmas Eve, we would walk the three blocks to church to hear the Christmas story (same person read us the story since I could remember), then we would have communion, and as we walked home, we would sing Christmas Carols.

On Christmas Morning, We would dash into the front room (where the fireplace was) and find our stockings stuffed with Lifesavers candy, bags of homemade buttered pecans, oranges and apples. And we were happy!

Christmas just doesn’t seem to be Christmas anymore.

I remember the only places that were open on Christmas Day were the gas stations, hospitals, fire and police departments, and one diner where the workers in these occupations would eat.  My Grandpa took me there a few times.  We would walk in, the bell on the door would ring, and everyone would turn and wish us a Merry Christmas. 

We would sit at the counter and have pie. I had hot chocolate while Grandpa had coffee. The fireman let me pet the firedog, who had been allowed inside just this one day out of the year. The policeman let me admire the badge on his hat that he kept shined with great pride.  The nurses and doctors would let me listen to my heart or remind me to eat lots of popsicles during the summer so they would have enough tongue depressors next year.

Christmas just doesn’t seem to be Christmas anymore.


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7 thoughts on “It Just Doesn’t Seem Like Christmas Anymore

  1. I really agree with everything youve said. I can hear myself in your words and im sad someone else feels this way too. I suppose we have to make it special by bringing back some of the things that made it special for us way back when. Do something that really said Christmas to you. We shouldnt let what society is buying into ruin a lovely time of year. :)

    • I started smoking my grandpa’s pipe because it reminded me of him. Also, our holiday gifts are simple and usually something either handcrafted or highly meaningful.

      The nap is a tradition I hope to never surrender.

      • I love the pipe and the simple gifts. Losing the nap would be like losing a limb. Youve got the right ideas!!

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  3. I know what you mean. My room mate finished her holiday shopping two days ago….and I already got my gift….unwrapped. I appreciate the thought, but felt kind of robbed of the joy.

    It’s foreign to me, the Christmas shopping frenzy. I’d like to thank my extreme poverty the last few years for this. Seriously. Without not having enough, I never would have been gently forced to appreciate what the season is really about: love, community, kindness and quiet bliss.

    Great post! Thanks for sharing. :)

    Have a happy THANKSGIVING!

    • Extreme poverty has saved you from extreme consumeristic materialism. Now, lay on the couch while napping and scratching. Happy THANKSGIVING!

  4. I don’t celebrate Christmas (not a Christian) and on this side of the world the culture and traditions are different so what you described had me feeling like I was reading a movie script to an extent – and I don’t mean that negatively at all, it’s just so “typical” to all the holiday movies I’ve seen.
    It’s a shame that doesn’t exist anymore – our holiday’s have lost that personal, familial touch as well (a little) – but as long as there’s food, there are people so we’re still good.
    Keep up your own traditions – the 6 year-old, iPhone coveting brats will grow up eventually and have memories on how their holiday’s have deteriorated as well. After all, Christmas does have that miraculous touch, doesn’t it?

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