It’s amusing how the holiday season rolls around the same time each year yet manages to catch me off guard. One moment, the radio is filled with countless renditions of “Jingle Bells,” and the next, my neighbors seem to be competing for the most extravagant light display. Seriously, who covers the electricity bill for these holiday spectacles?
While others dive headfirst into festive cooking, I find it hard to muster excitement for elaborate meals. To be honest, I’m not a fan of green beans, and the thought of fried onions touching them is less than appetizing. Setting and clearing tables? Not my idea of a good time. And brewing coffee late in the evening after a sugar overload? That seems excessive.
Now, before you gear up for a holiday spirit debate, let me pose a thought: is it possible to celebrate in the traditional, picture-perfect way that Hallmark movies portray, when you lack a vital element — a community?
Many individuals, such as those serving overseas or away from loved ones, face the holidays alone, which can be incredibly tough. But I’m also thinking of those who are isolated, like the elderly woman down the street who rarely sees anyone, or those who have lost their families or feel forgotten. There are people battling anxiety or depression who might be too overwhelmed to socialize. I relate to this, given my own situation of navigating a holiday season that feels anything but festive due to family dynamics and emotional distances.
Thanksgiving often resembles just another Thursday for me, rather than a day of preparation and joy. The holidays have been challenging for a long time. My parents parted ways when I was a teenager, and my father passed away just before Christmas a decade ago. This loss undoubtedly casts a shadow over any holiday cheer. Recently, my husband and I have faced our own trials, with the chaos of life peaking every November. This year has been no different.
But when my mother expressed her despair with “Why even bother celebrating? What do we have to be thankful for?” it prompted me to reflect. Instead of focusing on the blessings I wish I had, I allowed myself to mourn the dreams of a larger family filled with love, laughter echoing through decorated halls, and the warmth of friends gathered around a table to share stories.
That’s not my current reality. However, I’m determined to transform my grief into gratitude. My circle may be small and imperfect, but there’s still much to appreciate. For instance, my joyful and healthy little toddler deserves a different holiday experience. I aim to show him that love can be found in quiet moments and simple days. “Special” doesn’t always mean grand celebrations but can be found in shared experiences and peaceful times together.
In a world that often challenges us to find meaning, we’ll remind each other that while numbers can be nice, they’re not essential. Our focus will shift back to the heart of the holiday spirit — appreciating one another, cherishing what we have, and even valuing what we lack. By the end of it all, perhaps we’ll find ourselves grateful for avoiding typical family arguments, dry turkey, and the dreaded green bean casserole during our travels.
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Summary
In summary, while embracing the holiday spirit has always been a challenge for me, I’m choosing to focus on gratitude and the love I can share with my child. Instead of longing for what isn’t, I’ll celebrate the small joys that make each day special.