When I was a little kid, I absolutely loved the Christmas season. I loved the store decorations, the Christmas music, making Christmas cookies and anticipating Santa Claus dropping off presents around the Christmas tree. As I think back I realized that I had only one thought on my mind. “What was I going to get for Christmas? Would Santa get me the toys that I asked him for?” ”Already at my young age, I was conditioned to think that Santa would make me happy by getting me a toy or a doll. And it did make me happy for awhile. Until it didn’t.
The perfect Christmas card! (1996) |
As I got older, Santa was out of the picture, but my childish thoughts were still focused on what I would get for Christmas. Don’t get me wrong. I loved getting together with family and helping my mom with the Christmas preparations but my thoughts always seemed to go to a dream present that would make me happy. Was I being selfish? Or was it something else?
It wasn’t until I became chronically sick with Lyme disease that I realized that I didn’t need presents to make me happy. I felt sick every day. I didn’t need presents under the Christmas tree. I now wished to get better.
I wished to be well. I wished to have my life back.
My main symptoms were chronic fatigue, brain fog, depression, digestive problems, hypothyroidism, chemical sensitivities and environmental and food allergies. My sickness brought out the worst in me. I became overwhelmed and stressed with each passing day. Life was a struggle. And when you are feeling lousy, the holidays can be slow torture.
I began to resent all the “extra” Christmas preparations that I felt that I had to do:
- CHRISTMAS CARDS: I grew up believing that Christmas cards were an important part of the Christmas season. I remember counting all the Christmas cards we would receive and my mother making a big deal of it. When I became a mom, I also felt it was absolutely necessary to send Christmas cards, too. But when I got sick, I didn’t have the energy for anything extra, so I dreaded the whole process of taking the perfect picture of my kids (had to be a photo card!) and writing the addresses on all the envelopes (about 60). And to top it all off, on Christmas day, my mother would always want to know how many cards I received! So sending Christmas cards became a stressful drama that I ended up resenting instead of enjoying.
- CHRISTMAS SHOPPING: I couldn’t stand all the perfumes and fake evergreen scents that permeated stores and my overly sensitive eyes burned and teared up from the florescent lighting.
- CHRISTMAS BAKING: Sugar, sweets, etc., caused my symptoms to worsen so I had to stop eating it. As a result, baking all these goodies that I couldn’t eat made me feel exhausted and deprived.
- CHRISTMAS DECORATING: I decorated my house to cheer myself up but I confess I also felt I had to to keep up with my friends who lavishly over decorated their homes.
- CHRISTMAS PARTIES: I couldn’t drink - my already fuzzy brain couldn’t handle alcohol.
For many years, I just wasn’t in the Christmas spirit. Christmas had become an obligation.
And ... depressing!
When I began to slowly recover from chronic illness, I started to become aware of my thoughts. I was awakened to the thought that happiness comes from within. And then the next time Christmas rolled around, I began to change my tune. I realized that I had forgotten the real meaning of Christmas. The real meaning had nothing to do with sending Christmas cards, shopping for the perfect gift, baking or decorating.
So now I can relax a little more and enjoy the Christmas season. I send cards to only those who send me cards and I’m not pressured to send them before Christmas. I do my holiday shopping mostly online! I bake a traditional dessert for Christmas Day and make a healthier and satisfying substitute for myself. And if I feel like it, I will decorate a little. I’m not comparing myself to anyone any more. It just doesn’t make me feel good. And since my recovery I am clear headed, so I can drink a little wine on social occasions.
I can now say that I feel blessed and thankful during the holidays.The child in me has reemerged and she has no expectations and no obligations. I am thankful for everything that I have. And I am happy just to be.
Each of us can live with the Christmas spirit of goodwill, love and compassion every day of our lives - no matter what our religion is. For we are all a part of God’s unconditional love here on Earth.
And with that joyous thought, I wish everyone a Blessed Christmas and a Happy, Healthy and Safe New Year!
God Bless Us!