Boycotting Christmas – 12 days of xmas #9

 

Yep, even I have had my Christmas spirit dashed, beaten and abused. I don’t really even remember the reason but I decided I was sick of Christmas and was therefore boycotting it. I merely decided I could cancel it. I’m sure it had something to do with being broke. Boy there is nothing like being broke at Christmas to send a person into a snit.

So I did nothing. I didn’t get a tree. I didn’t dig out my silly collection of ornaments. I didn’t bake cookies or pumpkin loaf or buy a turkey. I didn’t wear red. I avoided Santa Hats and jingle bells and refused to listen to Christmas music or watch Christmas movies. (I know! Scary, huh?)

I just happened to talk to a dear friend (and ex room mate, Buffy – more on her later) and told her I was boycotting Christmas that year. As far as I was concerned it didn’t exist and I was really looking forward to December 26th a lot!

A couple of days later, I recieved a package at work from Buffy. The card said ‘you don’t get to cancel Christmas!’ In the box was a miniature tree, ornaments, candy, confetti and a bunch of other sweet and silly Christmas stuff. I was so pissed at her (not really) cuz she made me cry at work.

So, a little glimmer began to warm around my icy resolve toward Christmas. I couldn’t very well insult my friend’s truly sweet and caring jesture. I would just take it home and put the tree and little things on my coffee table and I’d have a tiny little Christmas, just like the tree.

Of course, then there were a couple of movies that came on television which I sort of watched. I believe I nibbled some candy canes. And then I just faced facts. I was so broke I couldn’t pay attention. I just simply couldn’t buy gifts for anyone and I’d have to be all right with that (you see this was the really crushing thing to me) – so I just made myself be okay with it.

After aforementioned movies I started thinking. What gift could I send to my loved ones that could maybe mean something? Maybe something that I could make? I am a disaster at crafts and really cookies don’t like to behave when I make them so the choices were limited. So, I did what any broke writer would do – I wrote a Christmas story. Even though I knew it probably wasnt’ going to please some people on my list – even though I thought it was kind of hokey, I wrote it anyway.

I printed out about 20 copies and sent them off. Explaining that this Christmas it was my best offering and written and sent with love. Afterwards, I really didn’t even care if anyone acknowledged it or said they liked it – something about having done it made it okay in and of itself.

The really funny thing is that it turns out it is one of my favorite stories. And one I have shared with people many times over the years. And I suppose if I truly have a tradition of my own making it is that story. Because in that story I was able to express my true heart about family, love, my fellow man and most especially about Christmas. So maybe in a way…it was my gift to myself more than anything else. And a good one it was.

WC

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7 thoughts on “Boycotting Christmas – 12 days of xmas #9

  1. i remember one year i put my school picture in little $2 frames and gave them to my aunts and uncles. my mom and i were very poor but she always did the slipper socks (yuck, with the tread on the bottom even) and i wanted to give my family something i thought they would actually want, ME! LOL it was nice though and i think those kinds of gifts mean more than anything money could buy. thanks for sharing!

    Reggie, I think that’s a great idea and I’ll bet it was a hit. Too true, one would never be able to find you in a dept store on the clearance table. 😉 The gift of oneself really is truly what the season is about, isn’t it?
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  2. Where there’s will there’s a way.
    I liked this post simply because you took us on a nice little jaunt around the materialistic issues that we all encounter. I used to do it with songs but these days it’s prose.
    Still a creation, still unique and can’t be bought in a store…the most important thing.
    Great post.
    ~m

    Yeah, I think I lost the obsession with buying the bigger better gifts that year. I started looking instead, for things that would mean something to the recipient. Plus I got a great story out of it – which has become one of my best friends. 😉
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  3. I didn’t get a tree. I didn’t dig out my silly collection of ornaments. I didn’t bake cookies or pumpkin loaf or buy a turkey. I didn’t wear red. ~ Yeah, sometimes I have the same feeling. Actually, my family hasn’t done the tree thing for years. It’s actually kinda sad, really, but I try to look at the bright side and think that at least, we have a roof over our heads and food to eat. Now that puts things into perspective. 🙂

    Happy holidays!

    No tree? Really? Well I suppose you don’t have to have a tree but they sure are fun. Even those stupid little ones you get in the dollar store that sit on your end table. I got one for work and bought a $1 string of lights and $1 string of garland – total cost was $3. But it really looks cute sitting in reception sitting on the magazine table. LOL – I have a post coming up about unique xmas trees – watch for it – it may give you some ideas. 😉
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  4. Don’t come by my townhouse looking for anything that resembles a christmas ornament, no lights, no wreaths, nor candles in thw windows, the only red around here chtistmas day will be Magic collar.

    Otay, I won’t come. But no cwismas for you? You dah Gwinch?
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  5. I’ve always been torn between the ‘have to’ and ‘want to’ part of Christmas-gift giving. I say ‘have to’ but I mean ‘want to’. I want to give. It’s fun picking out something you think a person will like. I’ve been blessed to not be so broke that I couldn’t do a little something.

    Well, I’d say you’re lucky. I’ve had a few Christmases that were pretty bleak – but you get through them – and I think ultimately you end up appreciating Christmas that much more.
    WC

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