Merry Christmas & Happy Hanukkah,
I decided this year to write about something that has always struck me as beautifully perplexing.
That is, how so many elements of Christmas stay the same year after year. We’re flooded with new styles, new leaders, newer and more terrifying problems to worry about. But I’ve noticed a resistance to change when it comes to Christmas. Oh there’s changes, but they’re slow and reluctant. For example, there’s only a handful of Christmas songs and movies that come to mind: It’s a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story and Miracle on 34th Street, and for the little ones there’s Rudolph, Frosty, and a few others, (although National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation is our family’s personal favorite!) How many new Christmas songs have you heard the last few years? Very few that aren’t remakes of the classics like White Christmas, Silent Night, Jingle Bells, etc. It’s as if we’ve found something perfect, some divine time & place…and are trying to preserve it.
Maybe it’s got something to do with our desire to be or stay young & carefree. What is it about growing up that mercilessly mutes the energy of youth? We just have more important things to do than play games or jump for joy. As I’m writing this, a certain song comes to mind, and although it’s not a Christmas song, it singlehandedly illustrates my point. It’s called “Forever Young” by Bob Dylan. Here’s a piece:
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the light surrounding you
(And may you stay…forever young)
And there it is … “May you always know the truth, and see the light surrounding you.” Those are some heavy, haunting, beautiful words. I think of how seldom I see the light surrounding me, at least the way I imagine God does. I’m not sure I could even bear it if I did.
So maybe our efforts to keep things the same is our way of trying to connect with God, by soaking up a little youth and innocence. The worries: having enough money, keeping up with the Joneses, making judgments about people and worrying about their judgments of us. These accumulations take up a lot of psychic & emotional weight. Wouldn’t it be a great big relief to let it all go and turn toward the simpler joys…like the sounds and smells of cinnamon and summer, sunshine and lake water lapping the shore…making snowballs, the taste of chocolate and seeing aunts and uncles and the sound of unwrapping and excitement and laughing and crying. Feeling like life lasts centuries instead of decades.
Well I think that’s enough for now. Thank you all for being in our lives, whether you’re a client, a service provider or friend, thank you. Deb, Elissa and I hope your greatest times are still out ahead of you. We hope you catch a glimpse of that truth, and see that light surrounding you (if you can bear it), and of course we hope that you stay…forever young. Merry Christmas and God Keep and Bless you every day.
The LaVoie Family: Ken, Deb and Elissa Rose
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