Monday, December 4, 2006


Ever since the Friday after Thanksgiving, we've been in the commercial season of 'Christmas', with the sales, the extended hours at the malls, special advertisements, etc., etc. It's what much, if not most, of our culture thinks of when they think of 'Christmastime', but less and less does it have any discernible connection with the actual content and meaning of Christmas.

One time I was visiting family in a large, midwestern city over Thanksgiving, and the following day, the local news had several reporters on site at various malls, doing interviews with shoppers. They asked one guy what the 'true meaning of Christmas' was, and he said, "We gotta get out here and spend money to keep the economy going strong." He actually said that.

I sometimes wish that they would come up with a different name for the year-end consumerist feeding-frenzy. Just leave Christmas out of it. Or, maybe we should come up with another name for the celebration of Christ's birth. Let 'em have 'Christmas' for the 'shopping season' - admit that we've lost it, and start over with a new name. (sigh)

Anyway, yesterday was the First Sunday of Advent - the beginning of the Christian season of spiritual preparation for Christmas. As I've gone along, I've come to really love Advent, imperfectly though I may observe it. In rough terms, Advent is to Christmas what Lent is to Easter, just with not quite the same 'penitential' emphasis. Rightly done, Advent is a time of contemplation, a time to step back from the normal frenzy of daily life, take a few deep breaths, and prepare spiritually for the joy of Christmas. Advent is pretty much the polar opposite of 'consumer Christmas'. Pausing for contemplation is not a thing Americans are terribly inclined to do (perhaps I should say it's a thing that we're inclined to do terribly).

In the larger American culture, the 'Christmas season' runs from the Friday after Thanksgiving until Christmas Day, but in traditional Christian circles, the Christmas season begins on Christmas Day and runs until Epiphany (January 6) - thus, the 'Twelve Days of Christmas'. So, when most of our neighbors are finished with Christmas, we're just getting started. It always perplexes me just a bit to see all the Christmas trees out on the curb on the 26th; when Molly was a kid, Catholics didn't even put their trees up until Christmas Eve. And, just as I'm getting pumped to sing 'Joy to the World' and 'O Come, All Ye Faithful', most of my neighbors are sick of hearing them.

Maybe I should blame it on the Three Wise Men - they started the whole giving-gifts-at-Christmas thing. I doubt they had any clue how far it would get out-of-hand, though.

When it comes right down to it, though, I've got to admit that my spiritual preparation for Christmas is my own responsibility. It's not up to American culture to get me spiritually prepared. It might be nice if the culture were more supportive (or even just less disruptive) of what I'm trying to accomplish, but it is what it is.

So, we Joneses are setting out on Advent. If, over the next couple weeks, I seem a little reticent and low-key about Christmas, you'll understand, won't you? And then, if I'm getting all Christmas-y just when you're getting tired of it all, you'd be very kind to indulge me.

In the meantime, I'll be over here, singing 'O Come, O Come Emmanuel', in a minor key. .



Suldog said...

Thanks for directing me here, Desmond.

When I was a kid, our home was somewhat in the 'contemplative' mode until Christmas Eve. My Dad actually attended Catholic seminary for a short while (lucky for my existence, he dropped out!) so that may explain it.

Nowadays, MY WIFE and I tend to run our own personal Christmas season from Christmas Eve until January 6th (Epiphany), while allowing for whatever other practices our loved ones indulge.

Desmond Jones said...

Thanks, Suldog. That's pretty much what we do, too. You can't really just 'secede' from 'consumer Christmas' without coming off like a bit of a jerk. Which just seems a little out-of-keeping with the spirit of things. . .

And, uh, glad your dad didn't make it as a priest. . . ;)

Kathryn Magendie said...

WHen I was a kid, we didn't get our tree until December 15th - and I don't remember ever ever thinking about christmas until after, weeks after, Thanksgiving!

Desmond Jones said...

Thanks for stopping by, Kathryn.

It's funny - I don't really remember when we'd get our tree, or set it up. I do remember the local newspaper always having a little box on the front page, reminding us of how many Shopping Days there were until Christmas, but that usually didn't start until early December, anyways. . .