I love Christmas; it’s one of my favourite times of the year. I’ve been shifting to become a bit more and a bit more sustainable each year. But this year, for the first time, I’m really aware of how mad it all is.
I was thinking about what I’d put in the stockings; it’s always edibles, a paperback, stationery, Lego and anything else that happens to be small, so not plastic tat and everything is ultimately useful. But then I thought to myself, why? Why am I racking my brain thinking up ideas for STUFF to buy, for no good reason. No one needs anything right now. If you told me that actually it was February, I wouldn’t run out buying anything. It’s just all a weird kind of mass insanity.
And I thought about a gift I got a few years ago for a craft, that I haven’t had time to touch. And I realised that nearly all the things I’d like to get as gifts are actually little illusions of time - time to read this book; time to knit; time to bake. But I’m conspiring in this pretence that a shiny new thing will fill the need in me for time, and peace.
And instead of taking a bit of time to breathe and relax, I’m going to spend the next couple of months running round the shops buying stuff, wrap the stuff, transport the stuff, swop the stuff in elaborate patterns around the family, then clean and cook and clean again, and probably launch into a frenzy trying to clear out in January….when if I could just sit down, and relax and maybe chat a bit, everything would be so much better.
And yes, I could just stop. But if I do, all the other people who are caught up in my mad dance will be knocked over too, and I don’t want to hurt or upset people I love.
There has to be a better way of sharing joy and love, and bringing a bit of warmth to the mid winter, and reaching out to each other.