Ho, Ho, Hum?
Here in Belgium, Christmas slips quietly onto the scene without drama. There are no bright lights and gaudy displays rising in the dusk in November. December arrives without pomp and circumstance and Great Expectations for the Best Holiday Ever. There is no endless reporting on retails sales and prices, no joyless commentary on consumer confidence and weighty predictions on whether Christmas will be a boon or a bust for the economy.
The store windows in Belgium may sport some seasonal decorations, but in early December, the houses remain tight-lipped and secretive, only a few whispering cheer with a sedate wreath on the door. There aren’t stacks of Christmas trees looking for homes yet. The women don’t wear holiday sweaters or pins, the Christmas music is silenced, and there are no parades winding through the narrow streets. A Saturday trip to the mall reveals plenty of parking and reasonable lines at the cash registers. It’s as if the news that Christmas is coming is an unconfirmed rumor from questionable sources sparking a “let’s wait and see” attitude. This sense of watching and waiting actually suits the spirit of Advent best.
Most of the time, I love this aspect of Christmas in Belgium. The way the days grow short, the nights grow long, and Christmas dawns as the year sets fills me with quiet contentment. Still, there are moments when I miss the glitter and shine of an over-the-top American Christmas: the piped music, the glowing displays, the decorations hung on every surface, the endless ads and commercials, the caroling, parties, parades, and community events. In America, the fuse is lit in November and the holiday celebrations explode like nightly fireworks for the entire month of December.
My American friend S, an expat in Belgium, confessed to having more than 20 jumbo plastic boxes of Christmas decorations (I have fewer than five Rubbermaids now, not including the tree ornaments). S has five tree toppers and two Christmas trees to hold all her ornaments. Ho, ho, ho!
I used to be like that. In the U.S., it took me at least two days to decorate the interior of the house. First I had to pull out all the boxes, then pack away my everyday stuff to make room for the careful placement of all the holiday decorations I’d accumulated. I trimmed every door and window, elaborately covered the banister in greenery, baby’s breath, and gingerbread garland, had holiday arrangements of one sort or another on every flat surface, swapped out the dishes, china, and table linens with Christmas patterns, put holiday sheets on the bed, and yes, I admit it, even put a holiday soap dispenser in the bathroom.
The irony: I embraced a rustic, natural decorating look that was absolutely unnatural in the level of effort it took to pull off. Sure, it was pretty, but as time went on, I got crankier and crankier with the effort it took to roll out Christmas at our house, and so I started scaling back. When we moved to Belgium, I continued weaning myself off of excessive holiday spirit and left a lot of my Christmas stuff behind. And you know what? Even with far less effort and ornaments, it feels no less Christmas-y to me than it did before.
As I navigate middle age, I find myself working at simplifying all areas of my life. It seems we spend our 20s and most of our 30s building a lifestyle: finding a partner and social circle, maybe having kids and accumulating material things, traditions, activities, accomplishments, and expectations. Then just as we start to feel a bit smothered by it all, we tip into our 40s and start shedding belongings, relationships, and all the “shoulds” that drain our energy. We desperately want to get down to essentials and devote ourselves only to those things and people that really feed our soul. Then again, maybe that’s just me.
Tell me about yourself--what does Christmas look like in your corner of the world? Are you ramping up, scaling back or doing things the way you’ve always done them? Do you crave less, thrill with more, or just want something different?
Copyright 2006 Veronica McCabe Deschambault. All rights reserved. www.v-grrrl.com
December 6, 2006
Reader Comments (10)
This year, though, because of a certain two-foot, curious little boy, I'm not doing the decorating I'd normally do. I'll put a few things out -- er, up, out of reach of sticky little fingers, but I'm not getting *all* of the decorations out. And that expensive babyjail will be going around the tree, too. Must. Protect. Tree.
I really love houses that have Christmas lights, and that's something that we never had when I was a kid. I'm going to see if Dave can string some lights around our front window this year.
Luckily, I escape the craziness and retreat to the Oregon coast for Christmas. When I was a kid I always loved getting the Christmas tree, we would drive way up into the mountains and spend the day hiking around looking for the "perfect" tree. In the end, we always picked a tree that was far from perfect, trees grown in the wild aren't nearly as symmetrical or full as trees grown on a farm. We exchange gifts, but it never gets out of control.
In Belgium, I enjoyed the Christmas market and the gluehwein.
Of what remains … I treasure my nativity set that belonged to my husband’s grandmother. (I never got to meet her. She died just a few days after we started dating.) My MIL made this set for her mother many years ago with the help of a friend. It is cream-colored ceramic and just beautiful. I was incredibly moved when she passed it on to me. I also have a Santa collection, which is a large assortment of both collectibles and others that are not valuable, but that I just like or received as gifts. (There is even one that my son made when he was very young from a cardboard toilet paper roll. LOL) I place my Santas on an array of Christmas tins that I have acquired over the years (the varying sizes and heights work well with the different Santas)—some of the tins were gifts also. We have no outside Christmas lights except for some white lights in the wreath by our door. There is a wreath on the lamppost, a Christmas flag at the end of the drive, and a red bow on the mailbox post. We have brass “candles” in each window. We have a few very small (1- and 2-foot variety) artificial trees here and there in the house, plus Christmas hand towels in the bathroom, dish towels in the kitchen, and a few Christmas potholders. I also have placemats that I made that I love to bring out. My son has a nutcracker collection that he both still loves and tries to dismiss a bit, because after all he is almost 19. We always cut our tree and it is always cedar (which is great for holding many, many ornaments—I treasure them too, although over time I have let the worn out ones go). Around the tree we have my husband’s train from when he was small. Our son has a train too and he usually sets it up as well as a tree full of his ornaments. We have given him one every year and other relatives have as well.
The food is always extra special during the holidays and I enjoy making appetizers (crab ball, meatballs) and baking cookies and taking them to family events.
We only exchange gifts with our immediate families. For the cousins, we recently went to the Pollyanna method (I think that’s what it’s called), which we all enjoy immensely. My girlfriends and I have stopped exchanging gifts. We just get together for a wonderful drawn out dinner at an upscale restaurant when our schedules allow (they will let you sit for a very long time, as long as you are eating or drinking a little). By far, it is the “together” time with wonderful food and drink that I enjoy with my family and friends during the holiday more than any gift I receive.
Shirl Grrrl-I have made the clove oranges before and I actually bought a whole pound of cloves from a mail order spice company. It is very economical that way and it takes years and years to use up a pound of cloves.
I enjoy holiday baking and crafts and usually do quite a bit of that before Christmas without going overboard.
We don't exchange gifts with friends any more, and my husband and I buy something for the house together rather than something for each other (preferring to spread out personal gift giving throughout the year). The kids also get one big present, something they REALLY want, instead of a lot of small useless things they'll never touch again.
Suits us just fine.
I am trying to find our Christmas traditions. I didn't have regular ones from childhood. Some. Like my grandpa in the Santa suit. ;) But now I realize how Christmas is all brand new to my kids. They don't have my baggage. So I have to create a new Christmas feeling for them. It is nice, but also kind of scary. Because I fear not knowing how to do it right, or making it joyful enough that they will think back with fondness
...Hmmm.I feel a post comming on....
This year we have tried to take a lot of the consumerism out. I like that part of what you describe about where you live now. Although, I would probably miss it after awhile. LOL. So I am trying to find a middle ground for us. And it has been a lot less stress, actually.
:)
I do, however, love having a green tree in my home for a couple of weeks. I just hate the senseless waste of a good oxygen-giving tree. So, we when I first got married with Husband we had a little spruce tree (in its pot) hauled in the living room from the veranda which I decorated with home-made bows. It had no lights because it was in a watering pot and electrocution is such a downer at Christmas.
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For several years that little spruce tree dutifully played the part of our Christmas tree for 15 days indoors and spent the rest of its days outside in the mild Greek climate. No one complained about its simplicity, except my Dad when he'd come from the Sates to visit. So one year, my father decided to buy us a "real" tree just like we had back in the US when I was growing up and a 6 foot plastic thing invaded my living room.
I kept my home-made ribbons, made some more and because I was afraid the kids might get hurt with glass decorations, opted for paper mache balls with old-fashioned, simple themes. Every year my daughters would bring a school-made Christmas ornament, adding another memory to our simple collection.
Every year Husband and I would hack away a little at the plastic tree's pole, removed some branches and finally bought it down to a cozier 4 1/2 foot giant bush. Along the way I added a few strands of plain white Christmas lights that dim slowly, creating the fireplace effect, instead of blinking on and off like dysfunctional traffic lights.
Aside from the tree I only throw a few Christmas place mats on the kitchen table, a wreath on the door, some holly branches in vases, cloves-in-oranges and cinnamon wrapped votive candles.
So, in answer to your question I haven't really changed much in my 18 year married Christmas routine. I do things, pretty much, the same ever year. With one exception. I've become more organized each year and bringing out and then packing up the Christmas stuff seems easier (maybe because the tree is shorter).
Our little live spruce tree, unfortunately, was injured by one of the kids one summer when a ball hit its top, stumped its growth and finally withered. I miss it.