Apparently, an overwhelming majority of Christians pick Christmas as their favorite holiday. While I understand their reasons (Jesus’ birth, overwhelming seasonal generosity), I just can’t agree. I can’t get past the rampant materialism and people getting upset about the phrase “Happy Holidays” and the lack of Nativity scenes at the local public school. Personally, I prefer Easter for its messages of hope and sacrifice. Plus the Easter Bunny would totally take out Santa in a cage match.
My biggest complaint about Christmas this year is a completely personal one. It is only adding to the feeling that I am totally overwhelmed by lots of little but taxing things. Piles of mostly worthless material possessions that we can’t seem to get rid of, countless unfinished home improvement projects, a seemingly endless supply of housework, and a financial hole we’ve been stuck in for years. None of these things individual are really that serious, but when all of them are put together, it adds up to an incredible weight crushing me beneath it. My wife and I often joke that the best thing that could happen to us is if our house burned down and we could just start over from scratch. Naturally, that would create a host of new problems on its own, but the idea of some kind of relief is that appealling.
I’ve recently been motivated to get things in my life in order for the sake of my children and my wife’s and my mental stability, but every time I try to start, I end up frustrated with my lack of progress and give up without much of a fight. I feel that with a clean slate, I could start being a more productive person, but at this point, I’m just not sure how to get there.
So Santa, this is my letter: All I want for Christmas this year is a fresh start. Love, Andy (P.S.: I’ll even make homemade cookies if that will help persuade you. With organic milk. Please!)