John hates Christmas in general: "Phil, when are you going to get over the silly sentimentality and icons of Christmas" and either actively dislikes or ignores the Christmas tree project, so I'm bringing my 6'4" cousin over to help assemble things tomorrow.
No, that's not quite right. I don't
hate Christmas. But Phil makes this mistake every year; he sees that I have no interest in the iconic trappings of Christmas, but completely ignores my search for meaning and worth in the holiday itself. For example, Phil will repeatedly point out that I have zero interest in setting up a Christmas tree, stringing garland, putting lights in the windows, etc. But Phil doesn't ever talk about the few times in my life when Christmas actually produced in me a sense of joy and wonder and gratitude and happiness. And the reason for that? Because the joy and wonder and gratitude and happiness didn't come from the things you can buy in a store. They came from reflection and introspection and a genuine tear that falls not because some Hollywood director cued a violin swell or a some hackneyed archetype of Christmas crossed my path.
And yes, Phil is correct that I wish he would get past all this nonsense. But what Phil constantly misses is the
next part-- I don't just want to get rid of it, but
replace it with something personal and meaningful and worthwhile to both of us. I want to replace the idiotic Christmas traditions that have been sold to us since we were kids and replace it with a
new Christmas tradition that's based on something real.
Yeah, I hate Christmas. I want to replace the gift-giving between our family members with buying a toy for the kids who are case numbers in the local Department of Social Services. I want our family to get together and donate our time to a group like Habitat for Humanity. I want to replace the time I would travel to see family members who barely remember me to spend some time with the elderly in our neighborhood who have nobody. I want to see all the money wasted on gifts people don't need to be donated instead to a cause (like a local hospice). Or in short, I want Christmas to be spent not worrying if the star on the top of the tree is on straight, but coming up with new and creative ideas to do something for others.
Yeah, I hate Christmas.