DaddySatyr -> RE: I Hate The Holidays (12/19/2014 8:59:42 AM)
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ORIGINAL: Gauge I hate the holidays... there, I said it. Loved them when I was a kid, loved them when my kids were young, hate them now. Part of my problem with them is that my late Mother made them a miserable experience for me. She was wheelchair bound for many, many years and was not the greatest housekeeper in the world, so cooking in her kitchen was difficult at best. I ended up taking her out for holiday dinners, but all she would do was bitch about it. I also have a few friends who are dirt fucking poor and have no one for the holidays, so I invited them along with me to eat and at least have some sort of holiday. They also helped me not to strangle my Mother. My Mother didn't want them to come along, but I explained to her that they were my friends and I was paying the bill anyway, so I can invite whoever I wish and I didn't ask her permission anyway. It's been two years after her death and the holidays still suck for me. I would really rather do nothing for them and just wish they would go away. When I was a kid we had massive family gatherings, now I am lucky if my kids call me to say anything remotely like Merry Christmas or Happy New Year. My sister is trying to get me back into doing holiday things, but my heart just isn't in it... to me, it is too much fuss for one day. My girlfriend has holiday things, and she tries to understand that I don't like that sort of thing, but it is difficult for her. I don't spend money I don't have on presents, I'm not cheap, I'm poor. If I do get something, it is usually something little, but, for the most part, I put a great deal of thought into it. Holiday time sucks. My heart goes out to you, indeed. I do have one suggestion, before I give my take on the holidays: If memory serves from the 12 step thread, you're not a believer in God? One could extrapolate that if you don't believe in God, you would certainly not believe in Jesus nor wish to celebrate his birth, in any way. All of that is to say that if I was one of your children, I might not think to call you to wish you a "Merry Christmas", either. I'm not saying this in a snarky way. Maybe they're just honoring what they believe are your preferences? When I was growing up, I was raised Traditional Catholic. There were no "Christmas" trees in our homes since they were a hold-over from the Pagan celebration of Yule. There were lights, garland, tinsel, holly, all the other trappings. Of course there was a manger scene; usually inside and on the lawn. Where most families spent a night, decorating the tree, we set up the Nativity scenes. Singing, playing of the piano and organ (and guitars and ...) were all part of our evening. There was always great food (I grew up in Italian, German, and Irish families) from all three of my grandmothers (child of divorce and re-marriage). We had steaks and stews and The Seven Fishes dinner on Christmas Eve. We all (almost to a person) exuded and were enveloped by the joy and merriment of the season. It truly was a deliriously happy time for us. As I got older, I carried these traditions forward but my view on religion became quite fluid. If someone could present a fact that seemed logical, it got incorporated into my belief system. I'm not trying to get all religious, I'm just explaining that as time went on and I realized that my beliefs might line up better with the old-time Pagans (earliest Christians), the tree became less distasteful. Then, came 22 DEC, 2012 ... the day my eldest son died. He had been fighting and holding on for 36 hours and his Chaplain (Catholic) and Commanding Officer gave him permission to let go. Without going much deeper, I think it's obvious why Christmas will probably never be the same for me, again. Michael
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