November 18, 2012 4 Comments
Happy Thanksgiving: the last day of the year not yet fully tainted by the feeding frenzy that the Christmas holiday has become.
People have complained about Christmas spending for years. Yet it seems worse than ever (a lot like education). Fox TV has even conflated Christmas (December 25) with the holiday shopping season, taking offense at people not calling days other than December 25 “Christmas.” Kirk Cameron, Super Christian, even has a new movie out making explicit the conflation of the religious and commercial holidays. The commercialization of Christmas is complete.
In Spain, Christmas (December 25) is a day for family to gather and to go to religious services. Gift-giving happens in January on a day commemorating the gifts of the Magi, Dia de los Reyes. You’d think American commercial interests would be all over that idea – extending “Christmas” by two weeks? Plus they would get credit for separating the religious from the commercial observance – a win-win. But we continue doing as we’ve long done, happy to buy, happy to complain that stores encourage our behavior.
Mothers always have better ideas. It took a national tragedy to provide my mother with the catalyst for the idea that changed Christmas, in both senses of the word, for our family.
After the attack of September 11, 2001, our 85 year old mother spoke to us about what we were going to do for Christmas that year. She told us that, after the terrorist attack, gift-giving didn’t feel appropriate, and she suggested an alternative.
Mom loved Christmas more than most. She loved baking Christmas cookies, decorating the house, and buying fitting presents for her children and other family members. There was that one lime green sports coat – which fit perfectly, alas – but she was usually almost psychic in her ability to pick just the right thing. She wasn’t anti-consumerist at all, but she kept it in check because she was a devout Catholic and the real reason behind the holiday was never out of view for her.
But after September 11, pretty little things in pretty wrappings just seemed wrong to her. Maybe she intended her suggestion to be taken just for that year, but we all found it so obviously right that it has persisted beyond Mom’s death 6 years ago. It is a simple, unoriginal, idea: instead of buying stuff, let’s give the money to a charity in each other’s name.
My brother and I have very different priorities: the charities I favor are not in keeping with his priorities, and vice versa. We decided to give to charities on which we could both agree – an exercise with its own merit, as it required a conversation to discover a thing or two on which we agreed.
We also agreed that we still enjoy getting a little something from each other for Christmas. We haven’t set a firm dollar limit on those gifts, but we keep it small.
I recommend Mom’s idea for its many benefits. You may think of other reasons, but this is why it is so appealing to me.
- It puts the control of the commercialization of Christmas in our own hands, not in the hands of retailers and advertisers who want a commercial Christmas.
- It focuses gift-buying on quality and expression, not on quantity or expense.
- It makes “Christmas” purchases tax deductible in most cases. We can double up on year-end donations by sending a favorite charity a bit more.
- It eliminates the belief that we must accumulate more debt during Christmas if we are to “do it right.”
- It does away with the awkward questions of Christmas: what do I give to one who has everything? What if someone gives me something but I have not bought anything for them? What if they spent more on me than I spent on them? “I give to charities for Christmas” answers all those questions, and may give others a similar idea – or permission to do what they thought was not socially acceptable.
- You might feel embarrassed if you can only afford a very small gift; but who would criticize a person for giving some of what little you have to charity? We know from the New Testament story of the widow’s mite, and O. Henry’s Gift of the Magi, that generosity’s virtue is not diminished by coming from those of modest means.
- It makes it easy to request small things for Christmas, since you don’t have to worry about seeming greedy. For example, one year I asked my brother and my nephew and his new wife for photos of themselves, so I can complete the rogues’ gallery of family portraits on my wall. This lets them know what I want, in case they were stumped, and they can control the minimal cost.
- It provides a way to open the discussion about which charities we are choosing for each other. And you know it won’t add a burden to their budget since they are only getting you one small thing anyway.
- Rather than stressing about lines at the mall and getting the latest doohickey before it’s sold out, Christmas became an occasion for giving to the Tiny Tims of the world – and isn’t that what the true meaning of Christmas ought to be? Even for those who are not Christian?
- It is a simple transition to make. It requires only a conversation with family members, most of whom will be relieved at not having to deal with “Christmas” mall mobs and glad for the chance to do good rather than buy stuff they’re not sure you want anyway.
I have shared this with friends over the years. One decided to buy a living tree each year, others to make sure they shop at local stores, and so on. I would be interested in hearing if you decide to adapt this to your family, and what form it takes when you do. If you need ideas for charities, see the site at Charity Navigator, which will tell you which charity in many different categories is best at spending donations on the cause, rather than on administration.
That is the story of Mom’s greatest Christmas present. She passed away six years ago, at midnight the night of December 2nd, during her favorite time of the year. I share this now, not just because it’s a great idea that deserves wider use, but as a way to honor Mom’s compassionate spirit. I miss her most around Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I wish you a very happy, relaxed, contented holiday season, and a very merry Christmas.