Happy Boxing Day, everyone.
I hope that, for those of you who celebrate it, you had a very blessed Christmas. I’m officially back after finishing my semester and, more importantly, spending time with my family for the last 10 days.
Speaking of family, one of the weird things about having a sister 15 years younger than you is getting to catch a glimpse of how Christmas works from a parent’s perspective without being a parent.
Before I go any further, let me first acknowledge my eldest child status so you can get your speculations about jealousy and resentment out of the way.
That aside, getting to watch Christmas festivities with this sort of weird observer status is eye-opening into the bizarre cultural conflation that is Christmas as we observe it in much of the Western world. I already blogged about this a few weeks ago here on this blog, safe from the confines of my Delaware bedroom, still weeks removed from Christmas and hundreds of miles away from home.
That was before my grandparents ended up in the hospital a week and a half ago. At a Christmas Eve service in downtown Grand Rapids, I could hardly manage to hold myself together, thinking of my grandma in her rehab facility, how she probably will never go to another Christmas Eve service again, how this might be the last year I get to hear her endless commentary on A Christmas Story since she actually was alive at the time. This sort of sentimentality tends towards favoring the preservation of our traditions, I admit, and even here you see how hard it is to distinguish the religious aspects of the holiday from the extraneous cultural appendages we’ve added on.
Of course, many of these added on things are not intrinsically wrong, evil, or bad. It’s not for us to judge the practices of others, but rather to evaluate ourselves and our own practices, to ask ourselves why it is we do things.
The point of this manifesto is not to insist that Christmas must be stopped, but rather that we must re-evaluate this business where we open up billions of dollars of merchandise, most of it produced by underpaid laborers in other countries and sold by underpaid workers with minimal rights here at home, all of it wrapped in tons and tons of wrapping paper that will end up floating in the Pacific.
But I’m a pragmatic. I’m not an idealist. I believe in supporting the economy because I think that ultimately it does more harm to withdraw from it. I buy presents for my family, too.
The problem with Christmas is the way that the economy uses what is a religious holiday about a god born in the most despicable of conditions for its own purposes, to glorify the exact antithesis of the very first Christmas so many years ago. Practically speaking, in America, Christmas is about the economy. Christmas is about keeping up with the Jones’, making sure that you have the latest phone or gaming system or car. Whatever it might be.
Rather than instilling our children with the mindset that Christmas is a competition for the best present, we should instill in them a tradition of generosity where the act of giving rather than receiving is at the heart of the holiday. It’s amazing that a brown man born in the projects 2000 years ago has now become the central focus of a holiday adorned with so much bourgeois sentimentality in the white man’s Western world.
So, maybe even if done with an improper mindset of materialism, there is still nothing wrong with giving presents to the ones you love. But why don’t we include Christmas traditions that involve associating ourselves with the very world where God was born to us and for us? Why do we automatically associate a new XBox with Christmas but not working in a soup kitchens? Macy’s commercials and Black Friday sales, but not preaching the good news?
Christmas has been co-opted by the 21st century version of the very empire which overshadowed Jesus’ birth. We’ve wrapped it up in bows and lights and tinsel and we continue to ingrain this in our kids so that we raise yet another generation that’s taught to expect more and more for Christmas and give less and less of themselves. All this to say that maybe the answer is not to skip Christmas, but to fundamentally change it. To reclaim it and redeem it from the Western Empire which has subverted it up to a point where it is no longer recognizable. If the original Christmas message has anything to do with excess, it is an excess of love from our Creator.
If we can only be thoughtful once a year, maybe we’re not being thoughtful at all. If our way of showing our love is through an excess of material gifts bought on sale on Kohl’s and Walmart, then it’s about time for us to re-evaluate our capacity to show love to one another.