It is Christmas Day here in England, and I feel completely numb. Carols, which once would arouse an emotional response, now are just cultural wallpaper, a sad background of deception.
This is a culture from which I'm now completely divorced. I've always disliked Santa. at least from the age of six when I found him to be a lie. Though I love my parents, I cannot excuse their foolishness in propagating a deliberate falsehood, though I understand their wanting to create an atmosphere of seasonal magic, which in my unenlightened innocence I enjoyed.
It took me many more decades for me to question the notion of a Christ-child. Why is this? Because of the gift-wrapping of two millennia of ecstatic devotions. Nothing is a more powerful advertisement, than the complete devotion of others. Devotion must surely mean value, even if we cannot see it?
Now. as a post-Christian, I'm forced to assess what am I missing. And I must confess, I truly feel a sense of loss. A loss I might perhaps never recover. What loss is this? The hope of justice. A sense of true measure. Where every value must be questioned, and every friend embraced at arms length.
Do we really need the spectre of an alien god to find honesty within ourselves?
That is well-written, rcandlish. Especially those last two paragraphs.
I don't mourn the loss of something I never really had. From the cradle, I could see that others found magic in what was clearly Just Another Day, and I saw that this seemed to move many of them to express what Lincoln called "the better angels of our nature" (and not a few of them to unwittingly demonstrate their "worst angels" -- think Black Friday fisticuffs and other unseemly manifestations of rampant shallow consumerism).
But now in my dotage I don't find that I'm looking back wistfully on something I once had. I never had those "good feels". As a child, in fact, I tended to get wonder-inducing things like new socks for Christmas. It was on me to save my pennies and buy myself things I actually cared about and that actually excited me. The advantage of that is that I know how to make any day Christmas-like, on demand!
Christmas day here for me now and it is just another day. That's because I live alone. I have no one to please or brighten up by gift giving. My ex sometimes took a gift back that I had given her and exchanged it, and my now dead mother was the same way. I'm not wanting to please merchants. I don't give a damn about their sales or the reporting of it. I'm not into what others "got" today.
If your situation involves family time enjoy that by all means.
There’s great joy in each passing moment of self awareness. Reality is a dazzling, beautiful mystery whether or not a person believes in church dogma.
Can’t you celebrate Yule-Tide in its original form without the Christian imprint?
Hint: (fiction isn’t supposed to be taken as literal truth. It’s metaphor. Art is to be felt, not analyzed.)
When you say "Art is to be felt, not analyzed|" are you suggesting that there is no ontological basis for truth than beauty being in the eye of the beholder. Is there no objective point of agreement, whereby be might concur in our evaluative judgment?
@skado Basically I agree with you rcandlish. But I think that you missed the most important one of all, “nature”, from your list. I grew up running wild in the fields and woods, (lucky yes), so that I know how deep and meaningful a (especially early) connection with nature can be. I think that it is no accident that the Abrahamic religions grew up in the parts of the world where nature is at its harshest, or that they try to deny nature even to the point of being anti-environmental because they must certainly always have known that nature is the great emotional rival of religion.
@MissKathleen
Yes!
I love carols... attend group sings of The Messiah, etc....it's just glorious sound, doesn't mean you are "worshipping"....
Anne, I agree. It is nice and cozy at time to embrace fantasy. The carols sound wonderful, but the words are untrue. I remember as a child with goosebumps embracing their solemnity. Now the only thing that gives me goosebumps is the cold air. Handel, I love. The Messiah is a masterpiece. But like the cathedrals that litter Europe, they are litanies of a bygone age.
@rcandlish I grew up singing around the piano, in choirs, etc. Just brings back happy memories....very treasured since generally my childhood sucked, lol! So, yes, visits to my personal bygone eras......and words are just words.
@AnneWimsey Hope you have a Wonderful, truly Wonderful Christmas. Enjoy it all, for it belongs to you!
@rcandlish right back atcha, girl!
I don't see what the problem is with Santa Claus. He was a real person... Maybe not in the materialistic context religion has turned him into, but...
Santa is as real as Satan, who in turn is as real as Jesus. It is our human responsibility to evade fictions and embrace fact.
@rcandlish St Nick was a real person. The modern myth of him is the fiction, although still less of a fiction than god or satan. All 3 represent ideals and can't be truthfully thought of as singular entities. Disillusion brings a feeling of loss initially but youll eventually feel to be true what you already intellectually know: you havent lost anything that was ever real to begin with. Just a few less comforting lies to hide behind. No great loss.
Sandy's Claws are real but that was a very long time ago. Today I don't even know where she lives.