Putting the mass back in Christmas

“It’s snowing outside!” My two-year-old son announces as we trudge through the white stuff. “It’s snowing outside!” He says a few feet later. Then again just a few feet after that.

Normally the repetition would grate on my nerves. But not today. The innocent marvel in his little voice is catching and I’m grinning ear to ear as the snowflakes continue to fall, each one flawless and unique. It’s hard to imagine a time when snow and colored lights and Santa Claus were novelties. But to my son they are.

As a child I adored Christmas. When I reflect on what I loved and remember about the season, it’s not going to midnight mass (even the mind-numbing boredom of that recedes with time); it’s not the deluge of toys and clothes I received all those years ago. In fact, very few material items stand out in my mind. What does stand out, though, are the fond memories I have of spending time with my family.

They say having a kid makes you reevaluate a lot of aspects of your life, and I certainly can vouch for that. For many years I arrived at 25 December in a harried race, feeling broke in every sense of the word.

Everything, and I mean everything, was a panic – from buying the bird to what to get for so-and-so who was just IMPOSSIBLE to buy for. Work and social engagements ramped up for the occasion. Somewhere along the line I moved out of my spiritual home, the Church, and lost sight of what Christmas was all about.

Sure, I could wax lyrical about the ‘goodwill to all mankind’ with the best of them. I could look down my nose at all the big box stores and try not to get too wrapped up in the rampant commercialism of X-mas. But mostly, if I’m honest, 25 December became a good excuse to eat and drink copious amounts, visit a few relatives, and then bask for a while in a turkey-induced lethargy before maybe snagging a bargain or two in the sales.

Flash-forward to today. Already my son is noticing the warm glow of Christmas lights on our street. He exclaims every time he sees our own Christmas tree lit up, and is starting to learn the choruses to Jingle Bells and Frosty the Snowman. As he gradually uncovers what this funny celebration called Christmas is all about, I vow to do my best – for as long as the illusion lasts – to deck the season in a magical aura for him.

While we’re a distinctly secular household, I consciously want to establish my own rituals of charity and goodwill so that he grows up deriving meaning from the holiday. In other words: among other things, keeping Christmas ‘Christian’ and passing along the story of Christ’s life (because, whether you believe or you don’t, His story packs one hell of a moral punch).

As for my own traditions…  After a big meal, my family (then a very tight-knit group) took a walk in subzero temperatures to ward off the turkey coma. Teeth chattering, we belted out carols, and one year we even organized a sleigh ride. I was probably about eight at the time. Sitting on that hay stack was the coldest I’d ever felt. But being bundled up between aunts and uncles and cousins I cherished more than made up for the utter loss of sensation in my toes!

So despite what may at times seem overly commercial and hardly worth the bother, we are slowly putting the ‘mass’ back into our own Christmas. Seeing the look of wonder in my son’s eyes this Christmas is like reliving all the aspects of 25 December that I grew up loving.

There is nothing more precious and worthwhile than staring at the world through the eyes of children, where everything is new and fresh and bright with promise.

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6 Responses to “Putting the mass back in Christmas”
  1. Beautiful piece Julie. And while we don’t celebrate Christmas, the part that resonates with me is your son’s capacity for awe and amazement and the small wonders of our world that we have stopped seeing let alone appreciate. If we can allow ourselves to see the world and each of our moments through a child’s eye, the world is not only new and promising but beautiful and we create space to be moved by it.


  2. Excellent article Julie…I couldn’t worder it better myself…Christmas is truly about children…well stated!!!

  3. Thanks, Pearl & Cindy. I feel pretty blessed to get another crack at Christmas, so to speak.

  4. Lisa

    I have loved Christmas so much more with my children. Such joy! Thanks Julie.

  5. Thank you. Our family is going through a tough time right now and I have been feeling a lot of the same stress you described. This has made me sad because Christmas was my favorite holiday for so very long. Recently, however, I feel like I have been working so hard to find the Christmas spirit but it keeps eluding me. Yet, in the midst of it all, our 20 month old daughter is experiencing her own, first real Christmas of wonder. Your piece reminds me to cherish that. To stop and focus on making her CHristmas the kind of holiday that I remember so fondly as a child.

  6. It’s a shame our lives are so busy these days that it takes a holiday like Christmas to give us pause to come up for air and count our blessings — our kids have a funny way of making us take stock and realize how truly lucky we are…

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