In my middle-60's I have become curiously reflective upon what was as opposed to what is. The Christmases of my youth were filled with anticipation, festivity, decorations, music, excitement, parties, and a moderate increase in general good-will-toward-all-(wo)men. The radio and TV were filled with "heartwarming" Christmas specials featuring families like Bing Crosby's (yes we later found out that he was abusive to his family), Bob Hope, The King Family, Andy Williams, and many many other celebrities who "came into our homes" and imparted the Joy of the Holiday. There were many many children's books about preparing for the Holiday...my favorite one was Mrs. Coverlet's Magicians, a Weekly Reader Children's Book Club book about three children left with a mean housekeeper/guardian over the season and their truly fun adventures following the witch's spell they placed on the housekeeper to keep her passive and bedridden - they were the "good kids" of the Fifties despite their behavior as kidnappers.
Anyway, we as Jews watched and partook of the excitement as much as possible: going to stores, watching the shows, here in Philadelphia we had spectacular Christmas shows at John Wanamaker's Department Store and the Christmas Village a Lit Brothers. Every storefront was decorated with Christmas greenery, fake spray-on snow on the windows (which had this really peculiar smell), and Christmas carols being played through a speaker either in the doorway or inside the store. It was festive and the spirits of all seemed to be lifted: people said "please" and "thank you", and although we weren't included in the family celebration, the goodwill, at least in my circles, was manifest by many who were normally standoffish.
Christmas Day for us was one of quiet reflection and reading or playing games at homes with friends: no, most of us did not go to Chinese restaurants and movies then. We let the day pass and watched the homes of the people hosting the Holiday fill up with visitors early: for it was one of the two days of the year where dinner is eaten traditionally in the afternoon hours. Later, we would see people leave and realize that starting the next day, it was back to business as usual, except for the hiccup of New Years Eve and Day, which many people found "strangely" depressing.
As I have come to realize later in life: Christmas has lost the acute societal joy and celebration which it had. There is no break in the rising line of anger and tensions which the society has as a part of its fabric, and so people are operating on a rising line of tensions which, during the past say twenty years, has evolved into a nearly full-scale Civil War of ideas and opinions. There is no longer any room for "the other side", and I blame the radical Right wing for this. Their phony War on Christmas, their phony fears that people of color are going to "destroy their way of life" (as though their lives revolve around anything but alcohol, football, and stealthily watching pornography), and their phony patriotism have undermined the fabric of America and thus the enjoyment of the Holiday. I for one loved the Season for all the positives stated above but it has become a depressing landmark in a troubled landscape which is increasingly desolate and barren.
When I was in junior high and high school I had six long years of Latin, taught by a fairly intellectual British man, who assigned many treatises to translate from the end of the Roman Empire. I must say that you could change a few names and dates and publish them now and they would have verisimilitude and be entirely accurate. On this Christmas Eve, I do believe that the barbarians are at the gate. God help us.
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