I love the holiday season. Christmas satisfies my inherent need for forced family togetherness and exaggerated niceness. I love everything about it, from the corny Christmas music, to the Christmas feast; from giving gifts, to helping those less fortunate. My love of Christmas runs deep, so when my best friend tried to rain on my reindeer parade by announcing that he is a Scrooge McDuck, I took it upon myself to try to help him move from “bah humbug” to “Feliz Navidad!”
Mission: GRINCHASAURUS EXORCISMUS
We made a day of my attempting to impart Christmas joy unto him. Conor suffered through holiday special after holiday special. We drank, sang Christmas carols and finally, we decorated the tree while wearing fuzzy Christmas socks. By the end of the night, he was a true convert, but I understand the want to distance yourself from a holiday like Christmas after having lost someone you love. As teenagers, we both lost our mothers, and sometimes it’s hard to convince yourself that holidays are worth celebrating without that person or you may believe that you are dishonoring your loved one by celebrating without them. I honor the memory of my mother by displaying all of the beautiful Christmas crafts she created and talking about her. At first, celebrating without her seemed impossible because she established each of our traditions, so in recreating them, each year, as our own, we hope to make her feel proud knowing her prevailing influence on us. But this is my method of dealing; a method that required overcoming years of detachment and sadness. It was not my place to force my friend to get with the holly jolly because everyone has a process and for that, I hope he can forgive me. If it is something he wishes to take with him into the future, or if our day was in any way cathartic, I hope he accepts it as a Christmas gift long overdue.