Never is there so much anticipation and effort than for this most special of days.
We gather, we fete, we give, we receive.
And often (always?) to the backdrop of human frailty and despair.
As a child, I remember almost every Christmas was spent "together" yet alone. The gifts under the tree would remain unwrapped until the emotional aftermath of a big fight cleared, not unlike the toxic fumes of a nuclear explosion.
We usually opened our gifts well after the New Year.
But even without huge fights, there is always the insidious whiff of disconnection, the unshakable scent that deep down, all is not well. We are not the cheerfully decorated and brightly lit inner beings we so hopefully display. In fact, it's like they are mocking us.
We are beleaguered. Tired. Exhausted. Sick. And lonely. Aren't we?
|Judah is pondering the cognitive dissonance he senses between holiday cheer and the reality of human brokenness. Obviously.|
Maybe it's just me. I've been told I dwell on the morose. Indeed I wish it were just me.
But I know too much. I know the broader context and the personal history behind the cheerful photos shared on social media. All is not calm, all is not bright.
Are you sad this day, gentle reader? Know that you are not alone. Far from it. The entire human race and all of creation groans with you. (Well, everyone except Judah who is exceptionally happy with his Christmas gifts - a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle play hut, flashlight, camera, and binoculars).