Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Bah. Humbug.

BY: B. Keith Plunkett

I had the Christmas Spirit yesterday for all of two hours. I heard a Christmas song in a coworker's office, and I thought, "yeah, I'm ready." Visions of happiness and thoughts of "God bless us everyone" bounced around in my sentimental noggin.

Then I went home.

Last night I opened three invitations to Christmas functions--and I do mean functions, not parties. Today, I began trying to deal with how to schedule my holiday season to be sure and hit all the necessary organizational gatherings, as well as make it to all the other events and not piss off any of my friends and family.

This is why I now go on a Christmas Vacation every year. I can't take this crap! The holiday is a constant barrage of "do you love me?" tests driven by an insatiable consumerism. It turns otherwise decent people into zombies that mindlessly reach for cash to throw down for trifling trinkets. They then wrap it in tinsil and pretty paper, and hope above all hope that it proves their love and devotion.

Yes, I love you, too. I love you enough to tell you that the truth is I don't want to be pressured into proving it. I enjoy my alone time, and if you can't understand that you're part of the problem.

For decades my wife and I dealt with going to a Christmas party at my grandparents where we were expected weeks in advance to draw names to buy gifts for people we only see once a year at Christmas. We were told by some of my aunts that if we dared stop the tradition it would crush my grandparents and send them to an early grave. These are the same ultra religious grandparents who have always--both before the get together and after--preached loudly as to how the "Reason for the Season" has been forgotten.

Praise God, Jesus is Born, pass me another helping of cake and let's see how high we can stack the gifts that no one here will ever see again until we clean out our closets 10 Springs from now. Ugh!

After we could no longer get my family to see how absolutely phony their claims of piety were, my wife and I bucked the charlatans for our own Christmas Tradition. It involves not getting the kids more than one gift, and usually only something useful and needed. It involves the four of us alone together in a special place. Last year, it was two weeks in Manhattan. This year it will be 10 days in south Florida.

A family adventure where we spend time making memories, and I don't even so much as hang a wreath or a light.

Here's a few more reasons why we should all give up on our ridiculous Christmas and start again from Leo at zenhabits:

1. The focus is on buying, not on sharing. I love the idea of giving to people you love, but that idea has been twisted. Now people go out in a mad rush to shop, like ravenous vampires feasting on new blood. We shop for a month, rip apart the packaging one morning, and then forget about it the next day. Is this about giving, or buying?

2. Giving is great, but buying is not the solution. Again, I’m in love with giving … but do we need to buy to give? We seem to think that buying is the solution to any problem, but that has lead to a society that is deeply in debt and piled high with needless stuff. We can find other ways to give: bake cookies, wash someone’s car, babysit so they can go on a date night, create a photo album, be there when they need help moving.

3. The waste, oh the waste. Let’s start with packaging: the packaging for every toy is double the volume of the toy itself. From cardboard to plastic to metal twist-ties, it’s ridiculous. Then every item we buy must be brought home in bags. We often put everything in boxes. Then we buy wrapping paper and wrap it all up. All of this gets thrown away on Christmas day. Finally, there’s the gift itself — people get so much stuff they can’t possibly treasure everything. So it goes into the closet to be forgotten.

4. The sorrowful debt. Most people spend hundreds if not thousands of dollars on gifts and wrapping. Not to mention all the money spent on gas, driving to different shopping places, and the money spent on fattening food at mall food courts. This goes on credit cards (and around our waistlines), and we then must pay for this — with high interest — during the year. Even if you don’t get into debt, you’re spending money earned from long hours of hard work — is this really how you want to spend your life, paying for needless stuff so corporations can get rich?

5. The horrendous, insipid, seizure-inducing advertising. I can’t stand advertising, and it only gets worse on Christmas. The ads pound on you relentlessly until you give in — and it works. That’s been proven — those ads are getting you to buy more, to want more, to lay down the credit card. I don’t watch TV, read newspapers or magazines, or allow ads in my browser so that I don’t have to be subjected to this.

6. The fuel. If you drive all over the place to shop, you’re using lots of fuel. Even if you just order online, think of the fuel it takes to deliver these products (overnight!) to your home. And the fuel used to create the products, to get the raw materials to the factories, to cut down the raw materials, to ship the finished product to the stores or warehouses from around the world (most likely from China), not to mention all the fuel used to create and ship the packaging. It’s a few million metric craploads of fuel, wasted for giving some presents that will be forgotten.

7. There are still hungry people in the world. In the frenzy that is Christmas shopping, we spend ridiculous amounts of money that is pure waste. In other countries, people are struggling just to eat, or get medicine, or find shelter, or get clean drinking water. We spend so much in a show of consumerist greed, when that money could go to feed a few dozen families. If you have money to waste, consider donating it to an organization that is helping these types of families. I know this sounds preachy, but really, this kind of reminder is necessary in times like these.

8. The neverending clutter. What happens to all the gifts? They go on our shelves, in our closets, on the floor. We already have so much clutter — do we need more? We already have problems figuring out what to do with everything we own. Why do we want to clutter our homes even more? Why do we want to force clutter on our loved ones, oblige them to find a spot in their already cluttered homes for this gift we’ve given them, so they won’t offend us when we come to visit? Is this obligation really a gift?

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