Isn’t it odd how Christmas, which is at least partly rooted in the story of the nativity has turned into a tyranny of jumper wearing, all-singing, lights-flashing enforced fake jollity?
We take a story about a girl struggling with an illegitimate pregnancy, who risks a long journey with her dh in the late stages presumably because staying home without his protection isn’t an option, is shunned by his family and their friends in his home town and ends up homeless, giving birth with animals, only to then have to go on the run from a homicidal king and leave behind everything to raise a child as a refugee in another country.
I grew up in a hypocritical religion that marginalized unmarried mothers in the name of a god whose birth was the opposite of respectable. How did Christmas come to be enforced family time when the subtext of the first Christmas is about nightmare relations? Why is Christmas supposed to be perfect when the first Christmas was about everything that could go wrong going wrong and then some?
This isn’t a “true meaning of Christmas”post. It’s not for me to dictate what it should be for anyone. But I do want to point out that it is a weird mass illusion that many, many people create. I don’t know anyone that genuinely has a media worthy Christmas experience. But I see lots and lots of pretending, muddling along, making the best of it and ignoring the worst. I see lots and lots of women making it magical for their children, looking worn and frazzled themselves.
I don’t think you’re at all unusual. Actually I think people who genuinely love everything about Christmas are probably in the minority. Also, as a general rule, people ime tend to avoid engaging with sadness or depression and will always minimize or jolly you along (year round) and we live in a culture that prioritizes appearances and a “fine thank you” veneer.
I understand your financial concerns about counseling but I think it’s absolutely vital to find someone that you can be honest about your feelings with. The Samaritans were absolutely fabulous for me at one time in my life. Being able to speak openly without being closed down is vital for good health. It’s just weird that our society forces us to do it secretly behind closed doors.
But that’s really my point- that our society is a bit weird. And Christmas, when you really look at it, is basically society-wide weirdness in full swing.