Back when I started doing this semi-official semi-regular piece I explained that it was because I, like a magpie, can tend to flit from shiny thing to shiny thing and sometimes be distracted by a particularly enthralling glimmer.
It’s Advent now, what I like to think of as “real Christmas” and that’s the season of shiny.
Why do I call this “real Christmas”? What kind of blasphemy is that? Well, because I realised three or four years ago that Christmas Day is too small to hold all of what is wonderful about this whole ‘holiday season’ and that I love spending a month and a half surrounded by twinkling lights, rich burgundy and gold. I love that month and a half of listening to _Past Three O’Clock_ and _Veni, Imanuel_. The whole thing is shiny.
Oh, and speaking of my shiny mind, I’ve had a conviction lately. Convictions are maybe too serious for Friday, but I’m putting it out there because I really want all the minds that play with me here to offer me input. (Indiana girl that I am almost always spells that word “imput”.) Anyway, after prayerful consideration I’ve decided that I’ll no longer put up a Nativity Scene in my home. It struck me awhile ago that I can’t get past the fact that the Nativity Scene is a straight up likeness of things that are in heaven above. How is baby Jesus not a graven image? I thought about keeping everybody else up but then it seems eerie and too spot on to have a nativity scene with an empty creche. Passersby (there are a lot of people traipsing through my house?) would be able to make a point about how I had literally taken “the Christ out of Christmas.” So there’s that. Anyway, There’s that deep thought. [ETA: I’m moving this up from the comments because I realise in my quest to have 500 words I omitted some things that need to be said aloud.
For years I’ve been of the opinion that the Nativity Scene is a better decoration, a more holy decoration, because it depicts the Holy Family and isn’t just poinsettias. So I’m realising that in my own heart I turned the nativity scene into a sort of idol and that I was letting the ersatz Christ doll take the place of actual Christ in my approach to the world. So, hence, my conviction. But it certainly isn’t something I can apply across the board.
This isn’t so deep a thought but I want to get back into “it’s Friday, don’t go rolling in the deep” attitude. Let’s take a vote, shall we? Like all votes I take here, this is not designed to elicit comments. Rather it is designed for you to just say outloud “I vote This Way” and we’ll let the Jungian Field take over. You can leave a comment if you want, but I’m not into that whole History Textbook thing. I really to this day hate my World History textbook from my Junior year. Any text book that can make the real life Game Of Thrones story boring is just evil and dull and evildull. And I will forever associate questions at the end of a text passage with that goodforesaken mess. So anyway. What were we voting on again? Right. Do you think Henry VIII wrote Greensleeves? It was my favourite Christmas song for years as a child–maybe because it was one I could play decently on the piano–and I loved the fact that the writer was anonymous. When I grew up and found out that people think it’s not really anonymous but Fat Wifekiller being uncharacteristically modest I was by turns intrigued and disappointed. I also wonder what the heck kind of weird kid I was. My other favourite song was The Battle Hymn Of The Republic. Shiny.