This will be my first Christmas as a non-fundy. So far, it has been fantastic! And full of egg-nog.
This is the first time I’ve had a Christmas tree with lights at my own house! (One year we cut out a cardboard version, covered with green wrapping paper and taped it to the wall.)
I feel no guilt for enjoying all the cultural traditions instead of my usual angst of focusing on the ‘reason for the season’. Somehow, being reminded of my innate depravity seemed to take all the joy out of frivolous festivities.
We even put up a manger scene. When Lil’T asked what it was for, I told her it was to remind us of poor people and babies who are born with so little they don’t even have a proper house.
The evergreen and pine branches that we made our tree with (recyclers to the end) remind us of spring and hope.
We’ve actually been playing Christmas music and singing carols. I do change some of the words and make them into lullabies for my own kids. And yes, crying she makes.
I may even sing about some of the other virgin births reported to have happened on Dec. 25. (Isis and Horus, Alcmene and Hercules, or Semele and Dionysius/Bacchus) I like Isis better than Mary anyways, but how appropriate to celebrate Bacchus with a feast.
We’ll see what happens when we visit our family. Luckily we have filled up the days with activities so there will be less time to get into debates over whether I’m in danger of hell or not. Baking, sledding, games nights with neighbours… We even hope to watch For the Bible Tells Me So if it seems appropriate.
This is the first Christmas I’ve really been excited for in a long time. So far, everything has been more meaningful. It is much easier to wish people joy, compassion, and needs met now that I don’t have to worry if I’m being seduced by marketing away from Christ.
By taking the Christ out of Christmas I have not lost my moral compass or given into consumerism. And, no more War on Christmas to worry about!
Looks like one is supposed to fight the war on Christmas by pulling trees out of people’s houses. Or at least, my church would have had a nativity scene instead of a Christmas tree. One of the church-goers said that trees were idols covered with gold and silver.
Free at Last…