I don’t know why I even care. I don’t celebrate Christmas. I am not a Christian nor religious or even spiritual. But something struck me about the absence of Christmas this year.
It was a very strange thing to see. All of my life I can recall how enchanting Christmas was. The decorations abound; the cute trinkets and Santa hats people would wear. These things assured me that Christmas was in the air all around.
The best of all would be the decorated homes. Some people would go all out and deck their homes with the spirit of Christmas. Lights would adorn every aspect of the home with an array of sorted colors.The more affluent would often display the Nativity in its fullest across a beautiful manicured and decorated front lawn for all to enjoy.
The season seemed to bring out the best in most people. There was a detectable openness that would allow people to feel cheery towards others given the circumstances were right.
There was something missing this year…
There didn’t seem to be the Christmas spirit I had been accustomed to all the years I could reflect back on. Back then it seemed that the Christmas spirit was everywhere. On every residential street, all the businesses no matter what type. And then there were the malls of course. Decked out from every corner and adorned to observe the season. You would even see the occasional car dressed in a red bow tie affixed to the front grill to show their celebration for Christmas.
What happened to Christmas this year? Why were all the visual signs I was accustomed to seeing since early childhood so minimally present this year?
Maybe what I was noticing has been the case for a number of years and it’s only now that I have begun to notice. After all, I didn’t celebrate the season and that might explain it–what happened to Christmas had gone undetected.
There even seems that to publicly celebrate Christmas is somehow wrong and offensive.
Maybe Christmas had been removed from American society as had been prayer in schools or saying the Pledge of Allegiance.
Maybe America has fallen from grace.
Whether one believes in the true meaning of Christmas is trivial. What I think matters–for me anyway–is that the spirit of Christmas remains alive. That we remember the joy we express to each other during the Christmas season.
Although I am not a Christian I do enjoy the character of the season.
Whatever happened to Christmas in my neighborhood I’m not certain.
I can’t help but wonder if there has been a fundamental shift in the big cities of America.